NAME: Borsk Fey'lya

 NICKNAMES: I refuse to listen to the names people call me

 SEX: Only with other Bothans. None of this mixed race stuff, like
that despicable affair Asyr Sei'lar had with that Darklighter kid.

 LIVING ARRANGEMENT: The best suite in the Palace, naturally

 HEIGHT: 1.4 meters

 EYES: Shifty

 HAIR: Exotic cream (and that's fur; puny humans have hair)

 WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE TV SHOW?: "I Spy"

 WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?: A picture of myself, of course

 FAVOURITE MAGAZINE: Fortune

 FAVOURITE SMELL: The sweet smell of a successful takeover

 WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Getting caught implicating Ackbar

 BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Power, power, and more power

 THINGS TO DO ON THE WEEKENDS: Collaborate with the Vong

 FAVOURITE SOUNDTRACK: Theme from "Spies Like Us"


 WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF WHEN YOU WOKE UP THIS
 MORNING?: What can I do today to antagonize the Solos and
Skywalkers?

 DO YOU GET MOTION SICKNESS?: Yes, when one of those blasted Rogues
is at the helm

 ROLLER COASTERS DEADLY OR EXCITING?: Deadly is exciting

 PEN OR PENCIL?: Pen, with invisible ink. You're not going to
catch me writing anything illegal.

 HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?: I have toadies to
answer phones

 FAVOURITE FOODS: Calamari, broiled to perfection

 DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: I don't get along with anyone

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CONVICTED OF A CRIME: I was pardoned on that
Ackbar thing

 CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?: Both are sweet, and I don't like sweets

 CROUTONS OR BACON BITS?: Salads are for sissies


 DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE?: That's why chauffeurs were invented

 DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS?: Have you dared to spy in my
bedroom?

 IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY KIND OF PET, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: An aquarium
filled with Mon Calamari. Which I would forget to feed.

 IF YOU COULD BE ANY TYPE OF ANIMAL WHAT WOULD YOU BE?: Umm, I
think I am already.

 THUNDERSTORMS, COOL OR SCARY?: Cool because they're scary

 IF YOU COULD MEET ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO WOULD IT BE?:
Palpatine, to get pointers on taking over the galaxy

 FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Whatever is the most expensive

 WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?: You can bet it's not Pisces. I'm a
Capricorn (ambitious).

 EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?: I'm carnivorous

 GUYS-WOULD YOU GIVE UP YOUR SHIRT FOR A GIRL: Certainly not. Let
her get her own shirt.

 IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?:
Hmm...what's better than President of the NR? President of the
Galaxy, maybe.

 IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOUR, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: FUR, you
imbecile, it's FUR! And it's already a perfect cream color.

 IF YOU COULD HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT AND WHERE WOULD IT BE?: Hard to
tattoo through fur.

 HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE?: I'm in love with power. Anything
else would be a waste of my time.

 DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM WEDDING: I would not stoop to something that
sappy.

 WHAT IS ON YOUR WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?: Portraits of myself on a
throne

 IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL: Half empty. My therapist
says I have a problem with paranoia.

 WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SNAPPLE?: I told you, I don't partake of
anything sweet.

 ARE YOU A RIGHTY, LEFTY OR AMBIDEXTROUS?: Neither right-handed nor
left-handed. Just plain under-handed.

 DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?: That's what
toadies ... er, aides... are for.

 IF YOU COULD BE ONE GARDENING TOOL, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?: Garden
Weasel

 WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?: I refuse to answer on the grounds it could
incriminate me. (especially that Vong villup under the bed)

 WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER: Zero (as in, how many Jedi will be
left after the Vong take care of them)

 WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?: Bothan Spy Plane

 WHAT IS YOUR DREAM CAR?: One of those super star destroyers would
be nice

 FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH: Jedi Gladiator matches, if it's a fight
to the death

 SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU: I make
it a policy never to say anything nice about anyone

 OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU SEND THIS TO, WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND
TO IT: Admiral Ackbar -- for some reason he doesn't like me. Come
to think of it, no one likes me. Which is just the way I like it.