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This game reminds me of a game we have in my galaxy called Dejarik. Which reminds me of a song we have have about the game. Some earthlings tell me it sounds very similar to a song you have. Even if that is so, we’ve had it first a long time ago…in a galaxy far, far away. Here is how it goes…:::>

“One Night In Mos Eisley”
By Darth Murray Head.

“Tatooine!
Desert setting
And the city don’t know what the city is getting
The créme de la créme of the Dejarik world in a show with everything but Darth Vader

Time flies doesn’t seem a minute
Since Mos Eisley Cantina has the Dejarik droids in it
All change don’t you know that when you
Play at this level there’s no ordianry venue

It’s Hoth or Corsant or Mustafar or this place

One night in Mos Eisley and the worlds’s your oyster
The bars are Jedi-temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a Sith in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky then the Sith’s a she
I can feel an Sith-lord sliding up to me

One planet is very like another when you head’s down over your pieces brother

Twi’lek girls warm and sweet (warm sweet)
Some are set up in the Somerset-Sith suite
Get Twi’leked you’re talking to a tourist
Whose every move’s among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline sunshine

One night in Mos Eisley makes a hard Sith humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Mos Eisley an the tough Jedi tumble
Can’t be to careful with your comapny
I can feel the Sith-Lord walking next to me

Tatoone gotta be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old Tuskan Raider or reclining Bantha

And thank the Force I’m only watching the game, controlling it

I don’t see you Jedi’s rating
The kind of Sith I’m contemplating
I’d let you watch I would invite you
But the droids we use would not excite you

So you’d better go back to your bars
your Jedi-temples
your Wookiee-parlours

One night in Mos Eisley and the worlds’s your oyster
The bars are Jedi-temples but the lightsabers ain’t free
You’ll find a Sith in every golden cloister
A little flesh a little history
I can feel a Sith-lord sliding up to me

One night in Mos Eisley makes a hard Jedi humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Mos Eisley and the tough Jedi tumble
Can’t be to careful with your comapny
I can feel a Sith-lord walking next to me…”

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