Diagonal wash to the bridge of a Federation cruiser. Obi-Wan strides back
and forth impatiently.
OBI-WAN: Pilot! How long until we reach Tatooine!
PILOT: Pretty soon, sir!
OBI-WAN (muttering to himself Not soon enough.
(thumbs comlink) Engineering! Can't we go any faster?
ENGINEER (in Chinese accent): This ahs fahst ahs
we cahn goh, mahstah!
PADME: Obi-Wan. I found someone who can help us
reach Tatooine ahead of Anakin!
Sergeant Ackbar enters, clad in the simple gray cloak of the Mon Clameri
SERGEANT ACKBAR (gruffly): General Kenobi.
We have found a way to reroute power to the auxillary
thrusters to increase propulsion by 40%!
OBI-WAN: Well done, Sergeant!
SERGEANT ACKBAR(gruffly): With our new power
dispersal we should reach the target in a few hours!
PADME: You have stuff hanging off your chin.
SERGEANT ACKBAR (gruffly): This is like a beard.
OBI-WAN (amused): But the Mon Clamari are a hairless race!
JAR JAR BINKS: Meesa ne wanga gotta beard, and
muy muy peoples gon' be wantin' one twosie! (trips, falls)
SERGEANT ACKBAR: (coughs gruffly)
OBI-WAN: You serve the Alliance well... Commander!
PADME: That shit's gross.
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Are we not allowed to be real parents anymore? We may have feared the CyborFreaks, but we damn well respected them and learned about boundaries.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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