Eyeroll, Loud s i g h— “Space babies. . .”

Shriv: Your name is Therm Scissorpunch? Therm: That’s right Shriv: Do scissors actually come out of your fists? Therm: It’s metaphorical! Shriv: Well, dying is certainly better than living as a moronic shitbag who thinks Scissorpunch is a cool name.

Cleaning his A280— In an intimidating fashion, like a big protective uncle keeping the boys away from Zay and Dee.

Wait, his niece joined the First Order? Her dad’s gunna be heartbroken. . . Her uncle is heartbroken and pissed off!

She must be forgetting that underneath his irritable exterior is a big heart for kids like her and Zay. Kids that had everything taken from them by the First Order. He’ll stay mad at the FO. . .and heartbroken for her.

This is canon by the way...

// shoutout to @BaronOfClouds ...what a fantastic writer!!

A gravelly whisper from the doorway. “Hey there troublemaker. C’mon, get your stuff, I’m here to rescue you from these Imperial wannabes.”

Grumbles

Leans against the desk. “Well, I guess I’ve gotta die sometime. You gunna hit that alarm space baby?”

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Grouchy Duros sounds—

All these people falling in love, getting married. . . Captain Antilles and Norra are great, General Solo and Princess Leia? Surprising, but sure. The rest are obnoxious. . . Him finding love you ask—? HELL NO—

“Ah kriff, me agreeing with a stormie? I must’ve hit my head again.”

“If there’s gonna be a pissing competition then just know. . . I drank about a liter of that Rylothian juice before we left.”

Meh—

He sees ordinary where others see beauty.

Strapped? You better kriffin’ believe it! He always carries his DL-44. It comes in handy when the A280 overheats.