Coruscant, one of 678 Rebel barracks. It was raining, and the thousands of soldiers in the barracks were getting lunch.
Rebel Cook: *Serving chakula to the soldiers* Keep the line moving. Take a lid. Silverware is to the left of the lids.
Rebel Soldier 53: wewe expect us to eat this slop again?
Rebel Cook: I don't care what wewe do Mack. Eat it, throw it out, do whatever wewe want with it. I only get paid to do one thing, and that's cooking. You're holding up the line.
Rebel Soldier 53: *Leaves*
Outside, a few of the Rebels were enjoying the rain.
Anthony: *Yawning*
Early: Didn't wewe get any sleep last...
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