May the Force be with you
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client: George Lucas
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I'm getting too old for this sort of thing. You mean it controls your actions? I care. So, what do you think of her, Han? You can get a transport there to Mos Eisley or wherever you're going. Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them.
What good is a reward if you ain't around to use it? Besides, attacking that battle station ain't my idea of courage. It's more like…suicide.
The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. What?! I have traced the Rebel spies to her.
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