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Are you sure about this? Trusting our fate to a boy we hardly know? The queen will not approve. The queen doesn't need to know. Well, I don't approve. -[Bell Dings] - The boy tells me you want to sponsor him in the race. How can you do this? Not on the Republic credits, I think, huh? My ship will be the entry fee. Oh, not bad! Not bad, huh? A Nubian, huh? It's in good order, except for the parts I need. What would the boy ride? He smashed up my pod in the last race. It will take some long time to fix it. It wasn't my fault, really. Sebulba flashed me with his vents. I actually saved the pod, mostly. Mmm. That you did, huh. [Chuckling] The boy's good. No doubts there, huh? I have acquired a pod in a game of chance, the fastest ever built. I hope you didn't kill anyone I know for it, huh? [Laughing] So, you supply the pod and the entry fee, and I supply the boy. We split the winnings, um, 50-50, I think, huh? If it's going to be 50-50, I suggest you front the cash for the entry. If we win, you keep all the winnings, minus the cost of the parts I need. And if we lose, you keep my ship. Either way, you win. [Grumbling] [Grumbling Continues] Deal! [Speaking Huttese] Your friend is a foolish one, methinks.