I did my famous corpse of Mace Windu imitation, which made Fett snort wine through his nose. “This party’s over,” I quipped, and Fett howled. Long ago Windu was First Speaker of the Jedi High Council, a fierce warrior who slew Boba’s father and tried to kill my master. In vain, of course. These days the Emperor uses Windu’s purple light-sabre to trim his hedges.