Yesterday I beheld this great edifice in all its glourious splendour and magnificence. My TOR-playing friend showed it to be and I was stunned, aghast, humbled, bewondered and awestruck. And now I can't help but thinking of the gold-ensculpted visage of this hero, whose name may forever be exalted. For thousands of years his statue stood there on Nar Shadda, tall and proud, gleaming in its golden glory, polished by retinues of slaves bonded in jewel-encrusted shackles. It is... it is beautiful.
And I bet it is a life-sized statue. That great Hutt grew to such enormous sizes and secreted so much money from his glands that he was deified, canonized, by the Huttese profit prophets and became worthy of such a monument to greed.
Now I must ask. Who was this great and terrific slugman? Does the enchanting depths of the Expanded Universe, in all its gripping tales of wonder, chronicle the exploits of this mighty hero? What did he do in his life? What foes did he vanquish? What intergalactic delicacies did he consume with his prehensile tongue? To what degrees did his immeasurable girth span? How many space wenches did he bed, and how many of them were crushed into pulp by his sheer mass? These are questions that must be answered. There must be an interesting backstory in the EU for this great and mighty being.

What a hero. Man, Hutt Space. Best space. Ever. Not like that shithole Tattooine.
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