A tale of a Tempy

More than half a year ago we introduced you to Tempy, the Hutt's assistant. 

Then we never talked about her again.
 
There's a good reason for that. Some four months ago, Tempy took a leave of absence to sell her second home in Florida or South Carolina or Alabama. Someplace down south like that. We were told that as soon as the sale was final Tempy would be back. Not so friends.

Last month, the Hutt had a really serious conversation with all of us at a staff meeting. Tempy's house closing was taking too long, the Hutt said, and with no sign of things finishing up down there in South Floribama there was no choice but to let her go. The Hutt wanted to give Tempy time to get things settled but enough was enough.

"Spoof and Speck," you are saying, "what gives? There is nothing funny or even outrageous about that story. Where is your usual awesomeness?"

You, not being entertained by this post.

Well, for the awesomeness we have to go back in time a little bit to the day that Tempy left. Our spies tell us that on that day, Tempy tried to quit. She turned in her letter of resignation. She knew that house closings can take time and she didn't want to keep us hanging in Tartarus. The Hutt refused to accept the resignation. All of this frustration over the time that Tempy was taking is ALL THE HUTT'S FAULT. And that's what makes this story worthy of the Death Stare.

That's right, Hutt. Your fault.

Coincidentally, the Hutt and Shoes are currently interviewing for a new Tempy. We'll let you all know if anything interesting happens on that front.