Spice. [It's a fairly tame euphemism, all things considered. Jabba the Mirage Hutt keeps glaring at Han, as if still holding that one time he lost the cargo over his head—wait, yeah, he definitely does.
Han shoots a glare back at him in turn, before he turns back to Rusty.]
Dumped it when I got boarded. He didn't like it. [The dumping, he means, not the boarding. Even Han gets boarded sometimes, and he'd liked being alive and free a little too much to not jettison the cargo.]
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Han shoots a glare back at him in turn, before he turns back to Rusty.]
Dumped it when I got boarded. He didn't like it. [The dumping, he means, not the boarding. Even Han gets boarded sometimes, and he'd liked being alive and free a little too much to not jettison the cargo.]