Alpha-17: “If Prime and Kamino and the Fekking senate has no haters I’m dead. You hear me! D-E-D, dead!”
Fox, starting at a waisted Alpha ARC on the roof of the senate dome: “He’s not wrong. Well, I mean, he is in a way, but how the hell did he get up there?”
Maze: *BIG sigh* “I don’t know. I probably don’t want to know. The crazy fekking ass probably scaled it bare handed.”
Fox: “The bigger question is how do we get him down?”
Maze: “Well if I know my brother he’s probably 25 corallians deep and judging by that bottle he’ll either fall and hit his head and go unconscious, or go unconscious, hit his head and fall. Then we can just scoop him up and take him away.”
Alpha-17: *points at them* “And fuck all of you traitors too- *slips and lands on his shebs* - FUCK!”
Maze: “Aaaaand there he goes.”