The court of Jabba the Hutt is in the midst of a drunken, raucous party. Sloppy, smelly monsters cheer and make rude noises as Oola and a fat female dancer perform in front of Jabba's throne.

Jabba leers at the dancers and with a lustful gleam in his eye beckons Oola to come and sit with him.  She stops dancing and backs away, shaking her head. Jabba gets angry and points to a spot next to him. "DA EITHA!", Jabba bellows in his native Huttese.

The lovely alien shakes her head again and screams, “Na Chuba negatorie Na! Na! Natoota...”, back at her master.

Jabba is furious and pulls her toward him, tugging on the chain, “Boscka!”, Oola stumbles forward awkwardly.

Jabba quickly slams his chubby fist down onto a hidden button on his throne control panel and, before the dancer can flee, a trap door in the floor springs open and swallows her up.  As the door snaps shut, a muffled growl is followed by a hideous scream.  Jabba and his monstrous friends laugh hysterically and serveral revelers hurry over to watch her fate through a grate.

A battered protocol droid standing nearby Jabba, cringes and glances wistfully at the carbonite form of a once infamous, now long forgotten gangster, but is immediately distracted by the appearance of an obvious looking customer, entering somewhat in shock and awe at the establishment's interior.  An unnatural quiet sweeps the boisterous gathering.  On the far side of the room, the crush of debauchers moves aside to allow the approach of two guards followed by the wary customer...

Cin had been wandering the Detroit business district and checking the permits for those that were up. She stumbled upon one that did not have a permit to be up and running in her city. Quickly making a note for the owner and anyone else looking around. She tacked it up in plain sight for everyone to see so there would be no mistake that this business was in fact closed.

To The Owner of Jabba's Tailoring Emporium,

This is your notice of closure. The doors to your business must be closed due to not following the proper procedures. No blue prints were submitted to me for approval. You did not have permission to occupy this building. If you wish to open a business in Detroit it is mandatory that you go through the proper procedure.

You may submit any future blue prints to Cin and await the acceptance of a permit.

Please have a nice day.

Cin.

Cin gathered up her things and started back on the path to check the permits of the rest of the local businesses.

Jabba slithered up to the shop to check on how it was doing when suddenly his eyes widen with rage "No Bokka Jawa Ne Ditha...Da Wanna Wanga Bantha Poodo!!!" he booms at one of his Jawa henchmen.  Switching to English he repeats "You stupid fool - I told you to contact all the relevant people before setting this up you tiny portion of Bantha waste!" 

Before the Jawa could answer Jabba motions to another pig-featured henchman and the thug unceremoniously drags the hooded Jawas down a nearby alley and a single shot rings out.  The larger pig-featured man returns alone.

Jabba leaves with his entourage