[ EU ] `` I remember when Mos Eisley was a wretched hive of scum and villainy . Then the hipsters moved in ... ''

You all remember the iconic song those bubble headed guys were playing each time at the cantina? Well, gone is the jolly music of the Bith. Now there's a bunch of bearded, odd clothed humanoids from Coruscant and similar urbanized planets who swarmed the bar and transformed it into some kind of sanitized white cubicle more chromed than a clone trooper breastplate after it went out the factory. There is n't a *single* particle of dirt over miles aways now. Miles away! And our planet is entirely made of dirt! And do n't even get me started on what they play here. You ever heard a gungan being strangulated by an angry wookie contractor after a non payed gamble debt? Because I did, and the noise it does does n't even equal how horrible this thing they call music sounds.'' 
 
 I mean, fair enough. Since the death of our Jabba, things changed a tad on our sandy world. `` Gentrification'', slavery outlawing, all that. At first it started with the banning of Jawa's sandcrawlers in the cities outskirt, because of the `` visual polluting'', fair enough. After they started to complain about the banthas odor or the Eopies farts that raised global warming or some made up Ronto poodoo like that. Okay, it bothered us a bit because; hey, it was part of the local charm! But most of us could afford mechanical vehicles. But what really makes me cry like a rancor owner is the aesthetic change. Gone is the charm of the adobe residences and busy streets full of grudge and chaos! Now everything looks like some Cloud City reception room and the cities are full of hover-strollers pushed by bisunglasses wearing lads dressed like some cross between a Naboo official representative and a padawan from the old republic era. 
 
 Now I have to let you, I need to serve those `` trappucinos'' to the clients that just entered the shop. Yeah, it's owned by a Mon Calamari veteran, how did you guessed?''
