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Dryden Vos: Well then. I suppose the Empire owes you a huge reward!
Jim: Suddenly Dryden’s intercom buzzed.
[SFX]: buzz
Dryden Vos: {into intercom thingy} Yes, what is it?
Dryden Vos: Really? Well, send him in.
Jim: The door opened, and in walked Beckett!
Dryden Vos: Beckett. You look pretty good for a dead man.
Beckett: I always look good. Also, don’t trust anything Enrico here says.
Dryden Vos: Wasn’t his name Chi’ra?
Beckett: He’s also a serial identify thief.
Enrico: You always say not to trust anyone, Beckett. How can he trust you?
Beckett: Did you tell him I’m dead?! The facts speak for themselves!
Enrico: What are “facts”, anyway?