Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No weapons. No comms.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Look alive. He's on his way up.

Vetch, you let him talk you into this?

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

-(DISTANT EXPLOSION) -(ALL GASP)

But we have got a Imperial census.

You killed him.

The Cassian way.

So we went there and drank ourselves to sleep.

-I can't wait that long. -Why?

I don't want to know what you're doing or why

B-B-Brasso. Brasso was looking for you.

I was planning to reach out at the end of the month.

Leave it better than you found it.

Please. I really need this.

(VILLAGERS EXCLAIM)

with friends of low character.

What are you? Seriously. Boyfriend? Husband?

Slam their channels. Flood it.

are you absorbing my meaning here?

Yeah, we've been waiting. He just got here.

-Your friend. -What friend?

I knew I could count on you.

Something sad but inspiring in a mundane sort of way.

Is there something amusing?

There was a girl from Kenari, but she left several months ago.

Yeah, for what? For one item?

Finish up. Get out.

Put out a bulletin.

(PA SYSTEM CHIMES)

I know it takes a lot of energy, but can you make a lie for me?

Two dedicated Pre-Mor employees