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[we_re_doomed]

–dear. This doesn't look right at all.

[The perspective shifts from the skewed angle of the temple to a shiny, gold-plated head. The pair of eyes shine brightly as they look at nothing in particular, the politeness in C-3PO's voice coming in clearer now. It barely wavers as he continues prattling on.]

Oh no. I'm certain I was never deactivated within the past few minutes! This hallway seems to have changed. [He sighs, shaking his head.] And everything was going so well– wait a minute. [He looks up.] Artoo? Artoo, where did you go?

[Taking a look around, he has failed to notice the Acolyte that approaches him.]

You can't have disappeared on me. You don't even move that fast. I knew I couldn't count on you for anything.

[In the middle of this, he realizes he still has the comlink in his other hand. Again the angle shifts, now giving a perspective of the droid's upper body.]

Master Luke? Oh! I forgot I turned it off. [Click.] Master Luke? Are you there, sir? Sir?

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[we_re_doomed]

...True enough. Giant droid-like beings do need their space just like any other species.

Still, I suppose it wouldn't be too much trouble. Unlike the sands of Tatooine, this is more preferable.

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[kick_astromech]

[We'll see what Threepio thinks after he sees the rest of the quadrants. But that's fun times for later. Artoo beeps again, suggesting where they can meet.]

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[we_re_doomed]

[At this, Threepio sounds a little perplexed.]

Junk pile? Do we really need to go over to a junk pile?

...If there is no other way...

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[kick_astromech]

[Giving an innocent round of beeps and chirps, the droid ends with another whistle, obviously not giving Threepio room for further argument.]

[Audio]

[we_re_doomed]

[He gives a resigned sigh.]

Oh, all right. I hope you know what you're doing.

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[kick_astromech]

[He always knows what he's doing!]