So this button fires the lasers, this button fires the proton torpedoes, whats this one do, OUCH HOT COFFEE SPILLED ON CROTCH!!!! WHAT ASSHOLE PUT A COFFEE MACHINE BESIDE THE TARGETING COMPUTER
Luke: 'That thing has more power than half the Imperial Navy?!?'
R2-D2: 'beewoop, bip beep beep, whistle'
Luke: 'That's only the power of around five hundred ships! Red Leader, this is Red Five. Better dig in Sir, the shit's getting deep.'
or
Luke: 'That thing's the size of a small moon and is bristling with turbolasers!'
R2-D2: 'Beep bwooop. (Oh shit!)'
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So basicly we're going to quckly break through the defenses, shove ourselves as fast as we can into it's tight trench, fire off our little guys and pull out with out getting hit?
Be-Boop.
(You sould like a pervert)
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"R2...Why is that red sphere of firey stuff flying at us?"
Beeep, Woo-Weep (It's a giant flaming wall of plasma! JOY!)
"OH DEAR GOD!"
Weep Weep Weep Weeeeeeep, Weep Weep (Doom Doom Doom Dooooooom, Doom Doom!)
"R2...I hate you so much."
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