“Okay, so we need to set you on fire. Not because you’re not giving us information and brought a saboteur on the ship, but that’s making it easier.”
“All right, let’s do it. I’m flying the ship, so I’m not setting anything on fire.”
“I want you to understand – “
“I do.”
” – that if I die from this – “
“You won’t.”
” – I’m going to haunt you forever.”
“I assumed.”
“Wait, do these ISB outfits have pockets, or are they more… slimming?”
“It’s a giant piece of Tupperware, basically. As long as I don’t burp it, she can get out any time.”
“Jerba, not Jerboa. Very different things.”
“And then I’m shooting him in the butt.”
“What is it with you people and butts?!”
“Is this a souvenir?”
“It is now.”
“Then you carry it!”
“I’ve got enough stuff to carry.”
“I don’t appreciate the fact that she’s crazy, but I can’t leave her behind.”
“It’s not a matter of choice; we’re just going to take her crazy into the mathematical equation here.”
“You could get a 31!”
“Or a 13.”
“Eh… 31, 13…”
“Hitting the shooting everywhere button?”
nod
“…Well that complicated shit.”
“The lightsaber-wielding maniac dodges out of the way of the stormtrooper’s shot.”
“Oh, that’s not me.”