fandomhigh | Ethics [Thursday, October 7th, 2nd period]

The Danger Shop had been transformed into a different world when the Ethics class arrived: An incredibly dry, hot one which smelled really bad.

Anakin waved his hand around the room. "Welcome to the embodiment of gluttony," he said, "the palace of a Hutt."

He concentrated on the controls on the far side of the room, and the simulation sprung to life: dozens of beings of all shapes, sizes, and degrees of cleaniless (ranging from 'casual acquaintance with soap' to 'water is eeeeeevil') drinking, eating, and dancing. All activity centered around a slug of a beast laying on a raised dais (not that it really had many other options for range of motion) at the front of the room.

"That," Anakin said, nose wrinkling in disgust as he pointed, "is a Hutt. This particular version is named Jabba, and is one of the most powerful crime lords in the galaxy." Or was, but he wouldn't exactly be mentioned what happened to Jabba with Leia running around Fandom. "Today is an interactive experience for you. Take a good hard look around. See the effects that gluttony can have."

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"And that", replied Zatanna, blinking a little. "Is a pretty damn good question." Anakin? She was even going to call him Master if that meant someone would give the giant slug a good answer. Nobody? Darn it.

"I'm...part of the redecoration comittee? Didn't you order an extreme makeover on your palace, oh great and powerful Jabba?"

Jabba laughed harder. "Did you bring the man in carbonite?" the droid translated.

Did he talk on giggles or something?

Man on carbowha? Well, this was a Crime Lord of sorts, so Zatanna supposed Jabba wasn't talking about some Renaissance Era statue. Times like these were the ones where she was glad to have been raised by someone which job was basically to lie to people -although if one considered Zatara did real magic, there wasn't such a thing as a lie. Details-; she had certainly learned how to pretend everything was peachy.

"Unfortunately we are running out of schedule here; I suppose the shipment should be on its way, but there has been...communication issues that will surely be worked out in due time." So the poor guy in carbonite wasn't arriving that day, nope.

Jabba grumbled something else, then waved his hand. "The mighty Jabba is most displeased," the droid said. "You have three seconds to make your apologies before you will be eaten by the rancor."

Jabba had forgotten they didn't have a rancor and no one was stupid enough to remind him.

She didn't know what a rancor was, but it sounded like something that could easily eat unsuspecting teenage girls that fail at deception.

"Well how about this!", said in an urgent tone, already trying to decide if she would be allowed to just run out of the Danger Shop if the possibility of ending in a pit turned to be real. "You hang in there, and we'll get you not one, but two, nah, scratch that, three people in carbonite, all for a very reasonable prize, and without delivery costs. And your first carbonite man is completely free." So young, and already dealing with petrified people.

"I bet your rancor can't match that." She hoped the rancor couldn't.

Jabba seemed to be thinking that over for a moment before shaking his enormous head and pressing a button.

Hello, there, trapdoor.

There was no time to do much besides a short gasp and, well, falling.

"Hey!", came Zatanna's voice from the depths of the pit. "This is going to show on your report! Don't go asking around why all your delivers arrive years late now!"

Keep yelling at the computer program Zee, it sure helps.

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