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- M I L L E N I U M A S S A U L T
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- Program by Cosine
- Text by Dave Moorman
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- General Solo:
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- We now know that the Force is with
- those who have microchondriacs, and
- that we could take all the micro-
- chondriacs in your body and put them
- in a gnat's navel and have room left
- over for two carraway seeds and a
- Hutt's heart. So, to say, "May the
- Force be with you" would be an
- exercise in futility.
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- However, we have a mission so nearly
- impossible and so trivial that we dare
- not waste the few true Jedi available
- to the Rebel Alliance. That means
- you're it. You must take your
- bedraggled Millenium Falcon into an
- unknown Sector and face an infinite
- horde of Imperial Cannon Fodder.
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- Touching [anything] will damage your
- shields, and we can not guarantee you
- will have an opportunity to get them
- (or your Walkman batteries) recharged.
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- We [do] have some funeral insurance
- taken out in your name, so rest
- assured that when you rest in peace,
- the rest of us will mourn your passing
- right up to the beginning of Happy
- Hour!
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- I could wish you "Good Luck," or "The
- Force be with you," but why?
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- DMM
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