"Actually, that's not a tail, that's..." "Don't wanna know, George."
It was like if a NASA command module was half the size, and instead of an adventure to the heavens, the "astronauts" were only there to make a repulsively bulbous alien puppet shit-talk Han Solo.
To be fair, NASA would finally get some funding if they sent humans to Mars in a Jabba the Hutt puppet.
Most insanely, there was a guy whose only job was to crouch underneath Jabba and smoke cigars, blowing the smoke through a tube to make it look like Jabba was puffing away:
After all, this is what you typically do when you get into those positions with people.
The suit itself was so crowded, one puppeteer claimed that Carrie Fisher might have stepped on the tail guy's head in the scene where she kills Jabba. Say what you will about the CGI version of the character, at least his presence didn't necessitate a bunch of dudes reenacting a dry-hump orgy inside a monster-shaped bag.