How did the dianoga get in the trash compactor?
Yeah, so, idly pondering Imperial plumbing...;)
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"But how?!" cried the Deck Officer. "How did it get in here!?"
The junior officer flung up his hands in despair – or perhaps to ward off a stray coil. "I don't know, sir! If I knew, I'd be doing something about it!"
His superior also waved his hands – possibly dismissively, possibly because the coil had just shot over his head too. "This is impossible!"
"It can't be! We've got to do something with it!"
"I didn't mean dealing with it was impossible! I meant it being here at all was impossible!"
The junior officer straightened up and attempted to assume a respectful tone. "Really, sir?" Whereupon they both had to duck again.
"This-!" cried the Deck Officer, "-is a Brand New battle station! It should not have a full-grown dianoga in the trash compactor! And certainly not one getting out into the corridor! We can't just have things jumping in and out of the trash compactor!"
"No, sir," the junior puffed in earnest agreement. "That's why I've got half a squadron of Storm Troopers pushing it back in. Er- trying to push it back in!"
The Deck Officer cast a rather despairing glance down the corridor full of Storm Troopers all heaving vainly at tentacles thicker than a fuelling hose and twice as slimy. "They have to do more than try!" he bellowed. "If Tarkin sees this, he'll have Lord Vader Force-strangling us all before you can even say 'Dianoga'!"
"If Grand Moff Tarkin comes down here and we all have to stand to attention, he won't need Lord Vader! The wretched thing will strangle us itself!"
"Don't argue with your superiors!" the Deck Officer snapped. "Push! Push! PUSH!"
"Please, sir!" the junior officer panted as the line of Storm Troopers heaved, paused, and took a few steps further away from the trash compactor chute. "Don't say that! I think it's obeying you!"
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A/N: For Sophia, who knows why I needed to write something Cheerful!