[Blake's desk might be clear and free, but Han's taxi is the exact opposite: the interior is shabby, with oddly-colored patches on the seats where Han might've sewn up holes where the stuffing peeked through, and more than one strange stain that no one wants to know anything about. Also, a Millennium Falcon charm hangs off the rear view mirror like a pair of lucky dice.

He gives the guy a lazy wave.]

There's a lot of local mythologies where I'm from, depending on the planet. The one you'll probably hear a lot about here's the Jedi, though—they believe in something called the Force. Bit hard to explain what that one is, though.