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Dryden Vos: I see we’re going to have to settle this the old fashioned way. Mano a mano.
Jim: The first “mano” means “police commissioner” and the second means “handsome scoundrel”.
Beckett: {not in scene} Seriously?
Jim: Space Spanish is a very nuanced language.
Jim: Unnoticed, Qi’ra doffed her cape...
Jim: I sneaked over to Dryden’s hiding spot, blaster ready.
Jim: But he wasn’t there!
Jim: He leapt and swung a petar, smashing a priceless stuatue!
[SFX]: Smash!
[SFX]: shard! shard!
Jim: We fought! I aimed my blaster at point blank range, but he swivelled away from the shot and disarmed me!
[SFX]: Pow!
Jim: He was quick and deadly accurate with the wickedly pointed, archaic blades!
[SFX]: Yoink!
Dryden Vos: A blaster at your side is no match for ancient weapons and pokey precision, kid.