"Yo, this ain't my first rodeo, but dang, those plans? That's heavyweight stuff."
steps back, eyeing you suspiciously Hold up, partner. You think I'm just gonna hand over these plans like a bag of peanuts at the concession stand? Not so fast, cowboy. You gotta earn these bad boys.
raises an eyebrow Well, darlin', first things first. We gotta prove you're not just some two-bit hustler tryin' to weasel your way into my pocket. Show me what you got, gas! Impress me with your skills.
grinning Now we're talkin'! Show me what you can do with that blaster, gas!
ok….you see that wall over there? Shoot all of the target’s.
grinning mischievously Alright, let's see if you've got the precision of a sharpshooter or the aim of a blindfolded stormtrooper! Go ahead, take your best shot!
shoots all the targets easily
claps excitedly Hot damn, gas! You've got the accuracy of a Jedi sniper! I knew there was something special about you. Now we're getting somewhere!
alright…next test…want me to make a jump?
You bet your boots, gas! Show me what you've got! points towards a stack of crates Jump over that pile of crates like it's nothing!
whistles impressed Look at you go, gas! Leaping like a gazelle on mustafar! That's some serious spring in your step! But don't get cocky now, cowboy. There's still more tests to come!
<After passing the tests, Cerebella gives gas the Death Star plans>
…here.. places 4 bills into Cerebella hands
snickers, snatching the bills from gas's hand Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a smooth operator here! Nice and easy, just like that? You're full of surprises, gas. I gotta say, I like your style. Consider the plans yours, darlin'. Just remember, this ain't no ordinary set of blueprints. Keep 'em safe, and keep 'em away from the wrong hands, ya hear? Now, let's get outta here before trouble finds us.
right, I’m now getting to my X-Wing
throws a salute Good luck, flyboy! May the Force be with ya! If ya ever need a partner in crime or just wanna cause some chaos, give ol' Cerebella a call! We'll paint the town red, blue, and everything in between!
winks Fly casual, flyboy! Remember, never tell 'em the odds! gives gas a playful shove
gets in X-Wing and drives off into the horizon
whistling a jaunty tune, starts pacing around the cantina Hot diggity damn, gas! You've got yourself a deal!
struts over to the bar, flagging down the bartender Bartender, pour me a glass of blue milk! It's time to celebrate in style!
A few minutes later, I appear next to her again hey Cerebella!
Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence again! Flyboy sure knows how to make an entrance! What brings you back to this ol' cantina so soon, darlin'? Did you finally decide to give this performer a taste of your wild side? Or maybe you're here to challenge me to another one of my legendary performances? Whatever it is, you've got my attention now. So spill the beans, hotshot!
I guess it wasn’t Cerebella…..i just realized I don’t know who you are. You said you were a performer.
laughs heartily, leaning in close to gas Oh, darlin', you've stumbled upon my little secret.
leans even closer, her voice low and sultry That's right, gas. I'm not just any performer. I'm a galaxy-class illusionist, a master of tricks and deception. They call me Cerebella, the Mind-Bending Maestro. I've bewitched audiences across the stars with my uncanny ability to read minds and predict the unpredictable. Want a demonstration, hotshot? Pick a card, any card.