The Phantom Affair: Blooper Reel

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Some people sit near the front of the theater so that they can get out before the press of the crowd blocks the exits when the movie ends. Some people go so far as to get up and stand near the exit during the final scene

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Jagged pulls the foam pack on his back, and turns to the fire. "Okay, let's go!"

When he pulls the lever, however, instead of foam, a bunch of soap bubbles come out.

"What the kriff? Who put soap in this thing? Can't anyone get anything right around here?" I'm trying to save people! I can't seem to save the punctuation though!"

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Zena sighs, long-sufferingly, and calls sharply, "Can we get some foam here?"

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Jagged looks down the nozzle of the foam pack, and all of a sudden it sprays his face. "Kriff. Why the hell does this always happen?"

Take 1.

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When he awakes, he is not alone.

The Ghost Jedi of Mrlsst stands over him, tall and cloaked in silvery robes.

"I want to suck your blood." Beat. Wide gesture. "Lots."

Take 2.

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When he awakes, he is not alone.

The Ghost Jedi of Mrlsst stands over him, tall and cloaked in silvery robes.

"Braaaiiiiiins."

Take 3.

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When he awakes, he is not alone.

The Ghost Jedi of Mrlsst stands over him, tall and cloaked in silvery robes.

"It is time for the harvest."

Helpfully: "Of your soul."

Take 4.

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When he awakes, he is not alone.

The Ghost Jedi of Mrlsst stands over him, tall and cloaked in silvery robes.

"Look, I'm being ghostly. If you didn't want that, you should've just got a living Jedi, shouldn't you? I'm sorry my ad-libbing isn't good enough for you. I'm sorry you have such high standards. I'm just trying to, you know, add a little something to my performance here."

Frustrated wave of one hand.

"Kriff it, I'm going to get a coffee. I'll be in my trailer. Idiots."

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"Gwuphs? Am I on now-- oh kiff it I've got crumbs--"

"I CANNOT GO ON IF I HAVE POWDERED SUGAR ON MY FLIGHT SUIT."

"I DON'T CARE THAT ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS--"

"I AM NOT DRAMATIZING."

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"Stuff the stupid jokes, Gade," Loka commands, before turning to the comm. "We're coming in, cover us!"

Except they aren't going in, because the asteroid is exploding, pelting his shuttle and her escort with debris, bright fire and light obscuring the viewport.

"IT'S A TRAP!"

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Falken hears one of the intruders ask 'what will you do now?' and scowls, darkly, hoverchair drawing closer to the group.

"Now," Darkly. "We will fight in the shade!"