As DeadBeat basks in the victory of his foozball game suddenly his head is blown straight off. Of course, it regenerates, but this time standing in front of him are ships of the like he's never seen before. Oh wait...yes he has, he saw them four seconds ago. And crap, there are a lot of them. For a moment each side is silent. At the end of the moment there is more silence. ( ;)) phantompenguin slowly lifts a finger into the air, pointing at Luke... (Somebody take over now)
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