By:  John Whitman Published by Bantam Books December 1997 Uncle Hoole's idea of a vacation is visiting the palace of Jabba the Hutt.  Of course, its a working vacation.  Hoole wants to study the B'omarr monks who live in tunnels beneath the palace. If Jabba isn't enough to give Zak and Task nightmares, the monks should do it.  The most enlightened monks don't have bodies.  They're just brains in jars. Brains in jars that walk around on robotic legs. Worst of all, one of the monks is mad--not just angry mad, but out-of-his-mind-mad. And if Tash isn't careful, she might lose her head.

    Zak and Tash followed Beidlo through a wide portal.  "Take it from someone who spends everyday trying to become one," Beidlo added.  "There's absolutely nothing dark, mysterious, or wicked about the B'omarr monks."
    As he said this, he led the visitors into an enormous room.  Shelves lined the walls, but Zak's and Tash's eyes were drawn to a crowd of brown-robed monks standing around a table.
    As soon as the newcomers entered, the monks whirled to face them.  Angry eyes glared from beneath their hooded cloaks.  One of the monks was holding something close to his body.  Seeing what it was, Zak and Tash both gasped.
    In his cupped hands, the monk held the squishy gray blob of a human brain.