Okay, so what you’re going to want to do is…
Imagine getting lost on a hover drive across Tattooine. Geoff the Stormtrooper shaking his head and saying, “What? Wow. Ha! Yeah, you are nowhere even near there.” And you sigh, your map flapping in the desert wind. You asked for directions back at Mos Gamos, from that spice trader who sold you the pine scented hover car freshener that doesn’t smell like pine because no one for a thousand parsecs has any idea what a pine tree even looks like. What the hells were you thinking?
“Okay, okay, okay,” says Geoff the Stormtrooper, rocking back on his heels as he gathers his thoughts, while you contemplate how Beverley is going to take it when she hears that you’re going to have to hover drive back for hours, and hours. And the kids? Oh my god, the kids.
“Okay,” says Geoff the Stormtrooper, pointing back across the desert, “so what you’re going to want to do is…”