Sigh. Even in a place like this, people are idiots when drunk.
After racing (and, naturally, beating) a few guys in Mos Eisley, I decided to stop into the cantina for a glass of water. I was then accosted by a three-armed creature with very strong feelings about what a woman should be doing with her time.
Needless to say, all three of those arms now bend in ways they were never meant to.