Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hear, hear.
(COOING)
(DROID BEEPING)
(PAZ VIZSLA GROWLING)
Neither side can step in.
Let us prepare a feast for our guests.
Onward, Mandalorians! To the Forge!
For now, at least.
We have to stop meeting like this.
To be honest, it means nothing to me or my people.
(MANDALORIANS SHOUTING)
(RUMBLING)
(GROANS, COUGHING)
This was an extraction.
(SIGHS) These primitives make up their own rules for everything.
(ROARING)
THE MANDALORIAN: It's an ambush.
PAZ VIZSLA: I will go.
(LAUGHS)
I did surrender.
I can make a run for the fleet and get us reinforcements.
You can't move an Enforcer like that.
(HELMETS HISS)
(GROANS)
An Imperial shuttle is advancing over the city.
(DISTANT WHOOSHING)
(WHOOSHING)
And this is what it wrought.
-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS)
(GROGU LAUGHS)