I had been assigned to travel with two Corellians Special forces personel on a shuttle back to their ship.
Being that it was going to be a long flight, the Corellians took off their boots and stretched out. I was invited to do the same.
Just after take-off, one of the Corellinans said, "I think I'll get up and get a Jawa-Juice."
"No problem," I offered, trying to get on their good side, "I'll get it for you." While I was gone, the Corellian picked up my boot and spit in it.
When I returned with the Jawa-Juice, the other Corellian said, "That looks good, I think I'll have one too."
Again, I obligingly went to fetch it and while I was gone, the second Corellian picked up the other boot and spit in it.
I returned and we all sat back and enjoyed the rest of the flight.
As the shuttle was landing, I slipped my feet into my boots and knew immediately what had happened. The Corellians began to chuckle.
"How long must this go on?" I asked. "This fighting between our groups? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in boots and peeing in Jawa-Juice?"