Here, I'll give you a whistle, if you see it, blow on the whistle. : I told you, I tagged a dear with a three-blade broadhead and it should be dropping somewhere near here. : Huh, he hides his giant mullet pretty well in that picture. : He appears to be Bren Derlin, a General Mon Mothma put in charge of locating new spots for our Headquarters to travel. : Seen a deer come this way? It'll have an arrow in its thigh, should be a blood trail, but I can't seem to find it. : That sentiment fails to fill me with hope. : I know, it's just more boring than thinking about stuff like this. : We DO have a war to manage, Master Meteor. : "C'mon, eat up your retarded Earth cousins! This tuna's name was Charlie, and he couldn't live without the hunk of flesh we tore from him to make these amazing sushi rolls." See if we can't entice them to a little cannibalism. : I was just thinking, it'd be kinda funny to serve a seafood buffet when dealing with them. : You're actually interested in learning proper manners and civil behaviors? I'm astonished! : Is it a faux pas to eat fish in front of Ackbar's people? : Yes, although I feel my programming has been of little use so far this rebellion. Hey Threepio, you're a protocal droid, right? I wonder what his species' take on fried calamari is. : I'm sorry Commander, I must return to the shipyard. : And check out this picture I found there! It's hilario.
I just ask questions and people give answers. Where could you possibly have heard of such plans? There's no reason to ruin our industrial build-up for the chance to build a few ships that'll be outdated as soon as they're built. Your standing orders are to hold off on production until we develop more advanced shipyards. : How long until we can get a good fleet going? They also have hangers for two fighters apiece. : Two, however, can defeat a Victory-class Star Destroyer. : On its own it cannot stand up against the firepower of an Imperial-class Star Destroyer. : Or will it just be a flying scrotum, with a laser where you'd normally find the. : Are you going to present a ship shaped like Crapflap's misbegotten head? What retarded piece of shit will R&D grace me with this time? : No Commander, we have an update from the Engineering Department. : What, may I ask, was the intended effect, Master Meteor? I don't think it's having the intended effect, though. : I had this plastered up on a poster in General Veer's cell. : That's a good 's sorta R-rated, but also only PG-rated. : Dweet twirrrt! Fwoo, fweee dwoo dweeooo? : I found some hilarious videos on the Holonet, this thing's great!
Part 14: # Days 276-294: The Beginning of the End of Bren Derlin.
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