Verily, a New Hope (William Shakespeare's Star Wars, #4)

by Ian Doescher

LUKE —Surely, thou may’st call me Luke. C-3PO I see, Sir Luke. LUKE —Thou jolly droid, just Luke.

C-3PO —Reconsider, thou, if thou shalt play The message back for him. R2-D2 —Beep, meep, hoo, whee? C-3PO Nay, I do not believe he liketh thee. R2-D2 Beep, squeak? C-3PO —Nay, thee I like not either.

[They shoot, Greedo dies. [To innkeeper:] Pray, goodly Sir, forgive me for the mess. [Aside:] And whether I shot first, I’ll ne’er confess!

—Red Five doth here stand by.

Stay thou on target.