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Fact: Both spuds are old school Imperial Academy alums where they made a startling revelation: The Empire is bad -- and not bad in a Rick James way; no, bad in a freezer-burned snickers way, y'dig? Splitsville the moment they found this one out.
Fact: Scope the identical stylings of that sure-fire chick-attractor: the facial hair. My man's weak attempt at that Don Johnson fuzzy look falls head-over-handle bars into the Prettyboy Camp. Gah.
Fact: Definitely ain't no Force helpin' out these chumps when it comes to dressin' themselves in the morning... Got that football pad/earth tones thing happenin'. I mean damn. Something as simple as a scarf or a nice velvet cape could revolutionize the whole outdated look.
Both dudes started out as "nonaligned mercenary" types -- in it for the money (nothing wrong with that 'cept for the fact they didn't spend a nickel on some decent threads**), until they started to care, dammit. Now they find a purpose to their previously shallow existences; a mission, a direction. Coincidence? Silky thinks not. This neutral-turn-good attitude is used to cover that Boba-Fett-Han-Solo-in-it-for-the-money-angle (The Man is well aware what a cash cow the Fett scene can be).
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path to hype-enlightenment -->**LSilky's Guide to Playerhood Rule Number 11: goin' cheap on the quality duds ain't no way to woo the ladies.