With Rey sliding through his digestive tract, Zorba could no longer contain his laughter. Vile green spittle flew from his huge mouth and peppered Rey’s severed head and top half. Seeing the spit roll down her sagging face like a macabre cumshot, the Huttese gangster raised up the staff and slammed it down, causing a crack to form in the stone of his dais large enough the rest the long weapon into securely. Seeing that his latest prize wasn’t going anywhere, Zorba rolled forwards and activated the large tank behind him. As the vat stirred to life, he took the staff and dropped it inside. Watching closely as the bacta-preservative mix turned the weak flesh into a strong polymer, Zorba removed the weapon and its end-pieces. Re-mounting his latest and greatest trophy at his side, the victorious crime lord let out a final gleeful laugh. Finally, after all these years the Jedi were no more!