Larry: I’m offended.
Kris: Live with it.
Amaya: I try lifting a droid with move object.
Rich [GM]: You fail. *pause* Okay, you can roll.
John: *rolls a 1*
Rich [GM]: Attack one will hit, attack two will not. Attack three will hit, attack four will not.
John: Attack five will hit, attack six will not.
Kris: He loves me, he loves me not. I’ve run out of things to hit. He loves me not.
Kris: Ooh, Kyp did better than Shadowstalker! He took one down all by himself!
Mike: *gives Kris A Look*
Shadowstalker: What do I see?
Rich [GM]: You see a sword droid. Stabbing you.
Yoda [to the dying Ceyl]: Help you, I can.
Sam: I’m going to use lucky. And if I roll a natural one two times in a row, I deserve whatever Rich throws at me.
Ceyl: And not dying, and Yoda is talking in my head, so what’s the offer?
Mike: Two for one hot dogs.
[Yoda ‘possesses’ Ceyl with her permission]
Meta-Yoda: Mmmm, fuck you I will.
Meta-Ceyl: Get the images out of my head! He’s in my head! I can’t get the images out of my head!
Ceyl/Yoda: Prepared, we are.
Char’ack: I couldn’t figure out which end of this to put in Vap.
John: Shadowstalker the bloodpool, the bloodpool.
Sadow: Who dares disturb my slumber?
Ceyl/Yoda, snarling: Darth Livida, this is.
Amaya: That’s NOT Ceyl!
Char’ack: Who are you?
Ceyl/Yoda: Larger problems you have right now!
Ceyl/Yoda: Proud of her we are….not.
Lumiya: Time to become Dark Mistress of the Sith.
Lumiya dies, force spirit appears.
Lumiya: Oh, Becky! *disappears to go possess Becky
[And at this point, one of the players ran off to join the National Guard, and the game came to a sudden, inglorious halt at our moment of triumph.]