It only gets better!

As Krueger pulled in at the Mos Eisley Cantina, lively music could be heard emanating out of the cracked, concrete building. Patrons were walking in and drunk patrons stumbling out.

"Oh, wait! Better take off our super suits," Krueger said as he threw the vehicle into park and was about to climb out. "Wouldn't want anyone to figure out our secret identities."

The man lifted his fedora, pulled off his goggles, tossed them in the back seat, and replaced the fedora. Then he got out and headed in.

"Two of those things you brought me last time!" he shouted to a waitress named Maxine.

She grinned, bit her lower lip, and hurried off to the bar to fill his order. What a shame! Carroll wasn't there after all. But there were definitely a few runner-ups to fill the void in Krueger's aching heart.

"What you want, buddy? My treat," he said to Chameleon.

Up on stage, a trio of women in... well, not much, began to dance and the music picked back up its tempo. Folks cheered and more than a few bills were tossed up onto the stage in recognition of their... talent. When the waitress returned, Krueger immediately downed the first of his two drinks. It was a pale, bubbling concoction that smelled very strongly of alcohol and... pine tar?

"So, how'd you get into this 'line of work'?" he asked.

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