"Yes? May I help you?"
"We wish to acquire transport to take us back to Coruscant."
"To where?"
"Coruscant."
"Hold on."
...
"Croissant?"
"Uh... Co-Ru-Scant."
"Ah, yes. One moment."
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"I cannot identify that name."
"Oh. It's a city planet. It's located in the galactic core?"
"Croissant?"
"Uh, yes."
"So you're saying at the galactic core is a giant pastry planet?"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"No. Coruscant."
"Sir, that's no planet."
"Look, I just want to acquire a ship that will take me from here to-"
"A giant pastry."
"What? No. To Coruscant!"
"Sir, please, there is no need to raise your voice. I believe you are confused. There is no city planet named Croissant in the galactic core."
"I know that! I am not confused!"
"I had always believed Jedi were in control of their emotions. This is quite unbecoming. Perhaps you should calm down and maybe you will remember where you want to go."
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"Master?"
"Yes?"
"Perhaps we should talk to a manager or someone in charge."
"That's a wonderful idea, Padawan. Let me see your supervisor."
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"Yes, Sir? May I help you?"
"Yes, I want to acquire transport to Coruscant."
"Oh yes, that can easily be arranged."
"Oh, thank you."
"Okay. Here. Two tickets for Bankvermont."
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"Master? You don't look so good."