"You don't have foosball where you're from?" John leans on the edge of the table, brow raised.
"From everything you and Poe have said about your galaxy, it sounds like it kinda sucks." Yeah, them might be some fighting words. Really John's just tired of everyone he likes from their universe having had, and continuing to have, such a goddamn rough time. Do these guys ever catch a break? Between the First Order, and an utter lack of popcorn, pizza, foosball, and basic human/alien/whatever rights, it sounds like a shit-show.
"Alright, so there are two nets, red net, and blue net. I'm red, you're blue. The goal is to get the ball in my net, and you use these guys, your team, to kick it in." To demonstrate, and because he can't help himself, John passes the ball between two rows and shoots the ball directly past Finn's unmanned defense and into his net.
"See that? You don't want that to happen. It's called losing."
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"From everything you and Poe have said about your galaxy, it sounds like it kinda sucks." Yeah, them might be some fighting words. Really John's just tired of everyone he likes from their universe having had, and continuing to have, such a goddamn rough time. Do these guys ever catch a break? Between the First Order, and an utter lack of popcorn, pizza, foosball, and basic human/alien/whatever rights, it sounds like a shit-show.
"Alright, so there are two nets, red net, and blue net. I'm red, you're blue. The goal is to get the ball in my net, and you use these guys, your team, to kick it in." To demonstrate, and because he can't help himself, John passes the ball between two rows and shoots the ball directly past Finn's unmanned defense and into his net.
"See that? You don't want that to happen. It's called losing."