All is in Blunderland

"I already told you," says the thin, green, bug-eyed alien, as the smoke rises from the blaster wound through your chest, "NO PUNS. Jabba doesn't like jabber. Hahahahaha!"

You slowly sink to the floor, and the last thought that goes through your head before you pass out and are later encased in carbonite is, "Hey, why didn't I shoot first?"