Mom?

If you know me, you'll know that my mother is Boba Fett. I kid you not. So you will understand my surprise when I happened upon my mother in union square playing an accordion. A few questions went through my mind:

1) Why is she not in California?
2) Why does she look like a man?
3) She must've located her jet pack but where did her suit go?

Of all things in the world that a reputable bounty hunter could be doing, my mother has decided to play for change. There is no sense in life.