Down to the dealership.

“Got any Millennium Falcons? Not too many light years on the clock.” I asked.

“Sold my last one yesterday, it was a beauty, but I do have a rebel alliance X-Wing fighter, full service history.” he replied.

I kicked the tyres and sucked air in through my teeth. It smelled of wookie, and not in a good way.

“Droid working?” I enquired.

“New battery and it'll be sweet.” he said, looking at his shoes in a sheepish manner.

Better give it a test drive I thought, quick spin around a death star.