“I have a very important question for you guys. What were we doing last time?”
“Well, Kevin, if you didn’t know what our weakness was before…”
“Yeah, I know your weakness.”
“Stupidity?”
“We can’t just put him in a junkie trunk?”
“Do we have a junkie trunk?”
“Well, we can’t just put him in a drunk tank. So it’s a junkie trunk.”
“Yep. They are heroin chic Arkona.”
“And this is a life lesson! They all had salt; they’re all seasoned. It’s going after the seasoned food!”
“Nope. Music says we just leave the planet.”
“I thought you said thirty syllables.”
“No, three syllables.”
“Three syllables, all Welsh.”
“It looks Hawaiian, but with an umlaut.”
“Yeah, Star Wars isn’t really umlaut territory.”
“Did you just complicate BOTH of them?”
“Yeah…”
“On lightsaber combat.”
“Yeah.”
“But did you succeed?”
“I did. Just with complications.”
“Ok, let me think through this…”
“I’ll think of something useful.”
“Useful? For us?”
“For me.”
“I’m going to stay in the cockpit for when things inevitably go wrong.”
“I trust your technical knowledge.”
“Mmhmm. Let’s cut the door.”
“Better your helmet than your ass.”
“Hey captain?”
“Yep?”
“Did you do what I think you did?”
“That’s not how I would do things.”
“No, you lock our problems in stasis and ignore them.”
“No, he still said surrender – just the tone was off…”
“‘It’s just a grenade’ isn’t nearly as reassuring as you think it is. Also, someone’s about to shoot the ship.”
“Learn your mythos, you reptilian monkey!”
“I need… the refresher…”
“Guess what? When you’re locked in an alcove, that IS the refresher.”