All These Baby Jabba Fans Need To Put Some Respect On Rotta The Huttlet’s Name
Listen. It’s been a weekend, okay? A long one. I basically went way too hard all weekend, and while I’m over here trying to detox my Tuesday away, yet another stream of discourse comes along to derail any happiness I might’ve had brewing.
Listen. I get it. Baby things are cute. Like, you could show me a “baby” concept of almost anything and I’d melt. But what we are not gonna do on Al Gore’s internet in the year of our lord 2020 – is act like Baby Jabba didn’t already exist. His name is Rotta the Hutt.
Oh, you didn’t know about Rotta the Hutt? That’s because you probably didn’t watch The Clone Wars feature film, and to be honest – I don’t rightfully blame you. This silmy little macguffin was the centerpiece to the 2008 precursor to the Clone Wars animated series, where Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, and Obi-Wan Kenobi go on a glorified babysitting/rescue mission to save Jabba the Hutt’s son, and ensure the Galactic Republic’s relationship with his cartel isn’t jeopardized. (I know, it kinda sucked. I already said I couldn’t blame you if you hadn’t seen it.)
Be that as it may, I will not accept the revisionist history that some “Baby Jabba” concept is this all-new idea. Put some goddamn respect on Rotta the Huttlet’s name.
I’ll still pinch both of their little fat cheeks though.
