American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
Threepio listened. He couldn't frown, but he managed to give a goodimpression of doing so. "Mission…what mission? What are you talking about?You sound like you haven't got an integrated logic terminal left in your brain.No…no more adventures. I'll take my chances with the Imperials—and I'm notgetting in there." An angry electronic twang came from the Artoo unit."Don't call me a mindless philosopher," Threepio snapped back, "you overweight,unstreamlined glob of grease!" Threepio was concocting an additional rejoinder when an explosion blew out theback wall of the corridor. Dust and metal debris whooshed through the narrow sub-passageway, followed instantly by a series of secondary explosions. Flames beganjumping hungrily from the exposed interior wall; reflection off Threepio's isolatedpatches of polished skin. Muttering the electronic equivalent of consigning his soul to the unknown, thelanky robot jumped into the audibly as Artoo activated the safety door behind him.The smaller robot flipped a series of switches, snapped back a cover, and pressedthree buttons in a certain sequence. With the thunder of explosive latches the lifepod ejected from the crippled fighter.