Shove it your ship's secret compartment and fly it half-way across the Galaxy.
Kill it and collect the bounty.
Complain about how it doesn't really do anything to solve your problems.
Nail it to your pod racer in hope that it will make it more aerodynamic.
Ask it if you may be of assistance.
Corrupt it by telling it to embrace it's hatred and by promising it power.
Do nothing really. Maybe just twirl your lightsaber around.
Defend it against the forces of evil, sacrificing yourself if necessary.
Say that you left the money in your other pants, and you just need another month to find them.
Say, "Hey bro, that violates the Bounty Hunter Code."
Let him get it over with.
Challenge him to a race instead.
Say, "Oh,dear. That is unfortunate." And then die.
Kill him on the spot for his defiance to your delusional power.
Use the force to make him forget what he was doing and run away.
Try to work out a peaceful solution.
Smuggle stuff, like you always do.
Work for whoever pays the most.
Live a life of miserable irrelevance.
Go around in circles, but at really high speeds. That tends to usually solve your problems.
Follow a utility droid around and be a general annoyance.
What's this question about anyway? You are the evil force.
Just go with the flow, man. Go with the flow.
Fight to stop the evil in the Galaxy.
One that's full of secret compartments.
One that fast and ultra stealthy, so I can follow my targets around in it.
One that goes, "ZOOM! ZOOM!"
You only ride around on your master's ship.
A giant warship of unimaginable power.
Anything that goes.
Whatever is supplied to you by the Republic/Jedi Council/Rebel Alliance.
I'll just stick with a blaster, thank you.
Whatever color my target fears.
Dirt color, because that's the only color I know.
Is speed a color?
Oh, my master would never trust me with a lightsaber.
Whatever I feel like.
Blue,green, yellow, purple, or any of the colors approved by the Jedi Council.
Practical clothing with lots of hidden pockets for hiding stuff in.
Body armor that's loaded with gadgets and sensors.
Goggles, helmet, some safety gear.
You have no need for clothes.
Whatever you're in the mood for.
By being glad that you can finally pay off your debt to the Hutts.
By collecting the reward and signing up for another mission.
What is victory?
Taking that trophy and prize money and doing a little victory dance.
By expressing gratitude that your master is happy.
By maniacally laughing.
One can never party, such self-indulgence can lead to the dark side.
I have no permanent home. I'm always going somewhere.
Wherever my target is.
On a backwater planet that nobody has ever heard of.
Wherever the races are.
Wherever my master resides.
In a huge battle station capable of destroying planets or maybe just some dark, evil place.
Where ever I feel like.
Where ever the Council needs me to be.