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Poot-wEEt beDOO gung ooble DEEp!" vocalized Artoo-Detoo. "Of course I'm worried," See-Threepio fussed. "And you should be too. PoorLando Calrissian never returned from this place. Can you imagine what they'vedone to him?" Artoo whistled timidly. The golden droid waded stiffly through a shifting sand hill, then stopped short, asJabba's palace suddenly loomed, suddenly dark, in the near distance. Artoo almostbumped into him, quickly skidding to the side of the road. "Watch where you're going, Artoo." See-Threepio resumed walking, but moreslowly, his little friend rolling along at his side. And as they went, he chattered on."Why couldn't Chewbacca have delivered this message? No, whenever there's animpossible mission, they turn to us. No one worries about droids. Sometimes Iwonder why we put up with it all." On and on he rambled, over the desolate final stretch of road, until at last theyreached the gates to the palace: massive iron doors, taller than Threepio could