“We can close the door.”
“With the cat outside the door…?”
“I feel like I’m the only hope.”
“Yeah, but surely not every distillery in the galaxy is in trouble.”
“The cat is working for the Empire!”
“Or the cat delayed us just enough to keep us from getting killed.”
“Actually, we heed a lot of your bad advice…”
“Shut uuuup.”
“They think it’s infiltration, but no… no, it’s disappointment.”
“We could just fly into one of the landing bays.”
“I had the same terrible idea.”
“So what I’m hearing here is motion, seconded. All in favor?”
“That guy actually thinks we are infiltration experts, and he’s currently following our instructions…”
“Close friend?”
“How many times did you try to murder her?”
“None?”
“About this time, you have a Jerba-sized hole in the wreckage.”
“Can you cut a bigger hole?!”
“So… new plan. Let’s not blow this up; let’s hijack it.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m good with that.”
“…Because we need a new ship.”
“You know, I learned not to yell ‘we’re the Rebels and the Jedi’ on the comlink,’ but it took me a while. This is gonna take me a while…”
“Is this thing working? Kssh kssh.”
“It is… who is this?”
“You used the comm?! I’m so proud of you!”
“Oh, I should have grabbed one of the stormtrooper armor…”
“On top of the ratty Jedi robes?”
“Turn off the klaxons – I’m hung over. I could hear them from outside.”
“You know, there’s a version of this plan that just goes, ‘Take me to your leader…'”
“Eleven.”
“That information is not even listed.”
“Well, it looks like I’m doing something, anyway.”
“The cat is not part of the crew!”
“The cat does not get a cut.”
“You know, normally I would be doing this, but I’ve already had one uncomfortably intimate moment with this ship…”
“Well, get out the wine and candles; I’ll try to seduce the computer.”
“Do we get character points?”
“Well, we didn’t accomplish anything.”
“The ship is only like 80% combat-effective at this point…”
“Their ship or ours?”
“Theirs.”
“Oh good. Because I was gonna say, ours is only about 10% effective…”