RJ: Can you hold it together until we're back on Coruscant?
Mist: Yeah.
Mist: Got a plan to get us out of here?
RJ: Yeah.
RJ: Tell you what, let's talk English English so Grievous doesn't know what we're talking about.
Mist: Gods and Dominions, I espy a goggly redeyed-hank next Tuesday.
("My ass hurts so damn much. Maybe Femme can dig the soot out for me tomorrow."😉
RJ: Okay, horizon-up and Billy Joe Niels at three o'clock. Pull off a Little Johnson.
("There's a staff-weilder in the corner and another to the right. Try and disarm them."😉
Mist: What, Leroy Jenkins a no go? And I thought your Pippi Longstocking would boggle him a tea kettle.
("You're taking Grievous on alone? I thought you got beat the last time you tried."😉
RJ: Whoever spun that yarn was telling tripes on a Spanish carton.
("Yeah, that's bullshit."😉
Mist: Hankies and Autumn Leaves?
("Fine, I still think it's true."😉
RJ: Billy no-mates. Cor?
("Never mind. You ready?"😉
Mist: Och aye.
("Yeah."😉
Mist: Mrs. Ricola calls from afar.
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