Star Wars: Rebels [In Play]

[Csargo]

Csargo is super evil. I feel it in the force.

No comment. I plead the fifth. Help, help I'm being repressed.

[El Barto]

He said all that without an ISO to back it up so I'm not moving my vote. The Random Number Gods command it.

[Montmorency]

No comment. I plead the fifth. Help, help I'm being repressed.

So you're against the violence inherent to the system, eh? Sounds like a slip.

Time to stir the hornet's nest.

Vote: Zack

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[Montmorency]

Will you tell us, Bothan? Tell us what we need to know?
“But I don’t know!” Zack cried. “I know nothing of what you ask!”
Effortlessly, the Stormtrooper snapped Csargo's tether, and hoisted him before him, held him as though he were a doll. Snerk shrieked,
“Papa! Papa!”
Once again the question thundered through Zack's soul. He wept, tore at the turf.
“I don’t know! I don’t know!”
Beneath the huge trooper's gauntlets, Csargo went very still, like a calf caught in the jaws of a wolf. His terrified eyes turned from Zack, and rolled upwards beneath their lids, as though trying to peer at the figure behind him.
“Csargo!” Aëngelas screamed. “Csaargoooo!”
Animal violence overcame Zack , and he strained at his leash, gagged inarticulate fury.
And a husky voice in his soul said: You will come to know the power of the Dark Side …
“Beaaassee!” Zack wept. “I don’t knoooowww …”
The Dark Side …
“I don’t know! I don’t! I don’t! Beaase stop! Beaasse!”
Zack crumpled, grasped his head between his hands, beat his face against the turf.
The cold felt good against his broken lips.
And again they asked the question.
I don’t know …
These things make you weak, the Imperial Officer said, watching his soldier tossing Csargo like a sack to cold grasses. With a look, he gave him to the slavers. Once again, he asked the question.
The monster then gave his weeping son—sweet, innocent Snerk—to the slavers, and once again asked the question.
I don’t know what you mean …
Always, the same mad, incomprehensible question.
Who are the Rebellion?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Vote: Monty

[El Barto]

Will you tell us, Bothan? Tell us what we need to know?
“But I don’t know!” Zack cried. “I know nothing of what you ask!”
Effortlessly, the Stormtrooper snapped Csargo's tether, and hoisted him before him, held him as though he were a doll. Snerk shrieked,
“Papa! Papa!”
Once again the question thundered through Zack's soul. He wept, tore at the turf.
“I don’t know! I don’t know!”
Beneath the huge trooper's gauntlets, Csargo went very still, like a calf caught in the jaws of a wolf. His terrified eyes turned from Zack, and rolled upwards beneath their lids, as though trying to peer at the figure behind him.
“Csargo!” Aëngelas screamed. “Csaargoooo!”
Animal violence overcame Zack , and he strained at his leash, gagged inarticulate fury.
And a husky voice in his soul said: You will come to know the power of the Dark Side …
“Beaaassee!” Zack wept. “I don’t knoooowww …”
The Dark Side …
“I don’t know! I don’t! I don’t! Beaase stop! Beaasse!”
Zack crumpled, grasped his head between his hands, beat his face against the turf.
The cold felt good against his broken lips.
And again they asked the question.
I don’t know …
These things make you weak, the Imperial Officer said, watching his soldier tossing Csargo like a sack to cold grasses. With a look, he gave him to the slavers. Once again, he asked the question.
The monster then gave his weeping son—sweet, innocent Snerk—to the slavers, and once again asked the question.
I don’t know what you mean …
Always, the same mad, incomprehensible question.
Who are the Rebellion?

Give us more.

[Montmorency]

Give us more.

Alright, that's enough pop culture for one round. Floor is open.

[Csargo]

Vote: GH

I feel it in my soul. Honest.

[El Barto]

Vote: GH

I feel it in my soul. Honest.

Feeling the call of the random number gods is most compelling evidence that you actually do have a soul.

[Montmorency]

BTW I was going for spicy, not mean guys. Sorry.

It was stylistically designed to be harsh, and I couldn't undo that, but I tried to diminish the effects of it.

[Csargo]

BTW I was going for spicy, not mean guys. Sorry.

It was stylistically designed to be harsh, and I couldn't undo that, but I tried to diminish the effects of it.

[Montmorency]

Come to think of it, isn't this pocketing?

[Csargo]

Come to think of it, isn't this pocketing?

[Csargo]

So you're against the violence inherent to the system, eh? Sounds like a slip.

Time to stir the hornet's nest.

Vote: Zack

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