It all began with a needle pulling thread. Then a sea-monkey entered the conversation, followed by a priest, a rabbi, and a hooker and a bowl of Rice Krispies.
Today's suggestion comes courtesy of Alex J. Cavanaugh:
Jabba the Hutt walks into a bar.1 The place is a pit, and the girls slaving over the tables would rather work elsewhere, perhaps in chains. But it's got cheap drinks and is the only spot from which he can see three P.O. boxes he needs to watch.2
Three of the girls are commiserating by the bar. "And Miss Fancy-Pants there in the corner booth? Says her food was chewy. You believe that princess lay a dime down right in front of me, as my tip?"
"She can't treat you that way just because her husband is a count, duke, or whatever. You need to maul her. Go all qui-gon jinn on her ass."
"It's called taekwondo, Tina. But no, I don't have the energy. I think it's this Atkins diet. After work today I'm gonna do, just in case, a carbo-night."
"Well, then do your psycho routine. Scare her into giving a larger tip."
"Yeah, Mary, you should be a psycho. Oh, be one, 'kay?"
"No, be one yourself."
The bartender tapped Mary on the shoulder. "Waiting to order Jabba is."
"Can Tina do it?"
"Too many tables already she has. For you this is."
"Fine." Mary walks over to Jabba's table. "What'll you have?"
"Bonobo hobo moba cheeso."
"Sorry, what was that?"
The Russian from the next table leans over. "He say he feel sluggish, vant pick-me-up. Like Skyy Wodka in one Solo® cup."
She returns to the bar and gives the bartender the order.
"Okay, I'll get that for him. Don't get too close when you give it to him, though; use the forceps. Oh, and before you head back over there..." He hands her a small glass. "...serve Greedo's shot first."
And if you thought today's was bad, watch out! Tomorrow's special is tuberculosis.
1 You might think he would slither, but no... ewok.
2 Technically, he could also watch from the Admiral Ack Bar next door, but he won't set foot in there again (figuratively speaking) because, as he says, "Itsa crap!"