Star Wars, 9/2

“You’re the one that took the job.”
“To be fair, I thought Tatooine was closer to the core.”

“Just keep hitting next until you get to Jar-Jar; it’ll be fine.”

“Some might say a communal eyebrow.”
“I have eyebrows!”

“What we need is an El Camino.”

“There are 6.”
“I didn’t know how we were counting droids! I figured we could magnet them to the sides…”

“Oh. I’m looking at the wrong chart. I need to look at the one that has less to do with their stats and everything to do with their price.”

“Are you telling me my bet depends on Kacey’s die roll?”

“If I had known I was going to have to roll for the person I bet on, I wouldn’t have bet!”

“That’s why I have Droid Repair. So when the droid revolution comes, I can be of service.”

“Walk casually.”
“Quick clenching your buttcheeks so much.”
“That’s just how I walk!”

“Wait – wait, how did I hear him right?”

“Droids don’t have corpses?”
“No, they have wreckage.”

“When I get blown up into pieces, I’m not salvage.”

“I’m gonna stop magnifying my senses. It doesn’t end well.”

“Seems like a bad idea to go running down alleys after unknown people in black cloaks.”

“Pretend I told you that; it sounds really wise.”

“There’s a sigh worth of distance between you.”

“Works better if you’re human. Life lesson number three: be human if you can. Write that down.”

“Again? Again we’re going to start microwaving people? Didn’t we do this last game?”

“Just sweep it out with the airlock.”
“The airlock has to be open, and you have to be there with a broom. We are not doing that.”