Venus and Cupid

Venus and Cupid
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
virgin of the rocks
Woman with a Parasol
several feet, as if that would help. Jabba stared at the ball clenched in the bountyhunter's hand. It was beginning to glow. Another tense hush came over theonlookers. Jabba stared malevolently at the bounty hunter for several long seconds. Then,slowly, a satisfied grin crept over his vast, ugly mouth. From the bilious pit of hisbelly, a laugh rose like gas in a mire. "This bounty hunter is my kind of scum.Fearless and inventive. Tell him thirty-five, no more—and warn him not to press hisluck." Threepio felt greatly relieved by this turn of events. He translated for Boushh.Everyone studied the bounty hunter closely for his reaction; guns were readied. Then Boushh released a switch on the thermal detonator, and it went dead."Zeebuss," he nodded. "He agrees," Threepio said to Jabba. The crowd cheered; Jabba relaxed. "Come, my friend, join our celebration. Imay find other work for you." Threepio translated, as the party resumed in thedepraved revelry.