“Your real friend isn’t here.”
“Are you saying I’m a D&D hipster?”
“Uh-huh. The people who played Oriental Adventures looked at you and went, ‘Mmhmm.'”
“It really wasn’t designed to defend against the Death Star.”
“Was anything?”
“Yes. The X-Wing.”
“I think we’ll find her by just asking around for the bot giving a history lesson, so she should be fine.”
“And don’t even try to tell me it’s a pet – there’s a no pet rule.”
“It’s not a pet; it’s a religious icon.”
“No it’s not. Not until I find it in an ancient temple.”
“I’ll bet that if you take that x-wing out and use up a week’s worth of consumables, you have to drink your own pee.”
“How much do we like the Duro?”
“I thought he came with you!”
“He just kind of latched on to me!”
“Oh, there’s no range on Life Sense. I can totally keep track of how dead you are.”
“So by saving like a hundred people on Alderaan, we’ve made the odds of success way worse?”
“All right, let’s see if we can make it to the second movie.”
“I’m coming up with a lot of rules here! Someone should write that down!”
“That’s his job.”
“So… we can only play Star Wars from now on. Because my dice are rolling wonderfully.”
“Is that a thing we have to write down? ‘Jedi don’t steal’?”
“No, we don’t write that down.”
“I’m kind of running away. I’m just in their face running away.”
“That’s running towards.”
“Every second, I’ve got to hit the ‘don’t fall into the planet’ button or we’re gonna die.”