𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙗

Bob would blush if he was capable of it.
Gary, on the other hand, immediately pulls out a blaster pistol on Rumble.

Gary: “Get your own hunk.”

Bob: “I purchased it from Space-Temu.”

Bob: “I am slaying this look.”

Due to the nature of B2 design: The wig isn’t on his ‘head’ since it’s technically in the middle of his chest.

So it’s just atop his torso.

Bob: “You prefer being a hideous and wretched old meatbag?”

Bob: “You are just jealous you do not have the mass-produced frame to pull off this look.”

Bob: “Am I beautiful?”

(Now picture a B2 in a Betty Boop wig and dress cus it’s funny 😭😂)

Gary’s dressing up as Cad Bane for Halloween. (So he looks the same).

Bob’s gone for a Betty Boop look.
(It is extremely poorly fitting).

Gary’s in a fist-fight with a Rodian.

Bob would nod if his head was actually capable of it.

Bob: “Indeed. I enjoy Gary, but a moment of peace is also enjoyable.”

The B2 put the flannel into the front pocket of his stupid apron.

Bob: “How are you, Cal?”

Gary: “Ugh! Sympathy! That’ll get you killed in most places.”

Gary sighs, looking around.

Gary: “They’ll be more of them soon. We gotta get outta here.”

Gary’s quiet for a few moments.
You can literally hear his brain whirring as he considers the offer.

Gary: Alright! Alright! You’re in.

Bob turns around. After a second, he waves his flannel holding hand.

Bob: “Greetings, Cal.”

Gary: And we’re hardened veterans! And expert badasses! We don’t—

Bob whacks Gary over the head.

Bob: We would welcome your aid.

Gary’s off on some gambling trip
Bob is with the ship. He’s got a little flowery apron on as he wipes off dust on the hull with a little flannel.

Bob: The aid would be…

Gary: UNEEDED! We aren’t sharing our loot with you once we pull this off!

Bob: Gary please.

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𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 \ 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬

Bob: “I am alive.”

His general expectations for life are really that low nowadays.

Gary stumbles up from the explosion, and the sight of the ‘fearful’ Adleigh immediately brings a swing back into his just almost blown up step.

Gary: “You know we had that handled. Just saying.”

They didn’t.

Gary: Stormtroopers! Stupid meatbags! They won’t leave us alone!

Bob: In fairness, we were attempting to steal an imperial cargo shipment under their protection.

Gary: Yeah! Exactly! They’re so unreasonable!

Bob: As I said. Freaky.

Bob: If kids means Gary, then yes.

Gary: Nuts. Or just badass?

Gary: And we keep telling you that as a meatbag you can’t see the little things going on between those two.

Bob: Indeed. They are freaky.

Gary: “OH MY MAKER! THAT IS BADA…”

Unfortunately, the stupid droid didn’t realise just how close he was to the troopers and he’s sent flying by the shockwave of the explosions.

Bob just sighs.

Oh! Yeah! Please! Keep watching!
They aren’t overwhelmed or anything.

* they’ve

a robot with the words i 'm having a serious malfunction on the bottom ALT: a robot with the words i 'm having a serious malfunction on the bottom

Relax! They’re got this.
(Bob has got this.)

Not yet! Oh! There goes Gary’s arm.
What a weirdly accurate shot.

Bob’s just kinda tired.
Somehow.