星球大战 第九章(7)
The garbage chamber grew remorselessly smaller, the smoothly fitting metal walls moving toward one another with stolid precision. Larger pieces of refuse performed a concerto of snapping and popping that was rising toward a final shuddering crescendo.Chewbacca whined pitifully as he fought with all his incredible strength and weight to hold back one of the walls, looking like a hirsute Tantalus approaching his final summit.
"One thing’s for sure," Solo noted unhappily. "We’re all going to be much thinner. This could prove popular for slimming . The only trouble is its permanence." Luke paused for breath, shaking the innocent comlink angrily. "What could have happened to Threepio?" "Try the hatch again," advised Leia. "It’s our only hope." Solo shielded his eyes and did so. The ineffectual blast echoed mockingly through the narrowing chamber.
The service bay was unoccupied, everyone apparently having been drawn away by the commotion elsewhere. After a cautious survey of the room Threepio beckoned for Artoo to follow. Together they commenced a hurried search of the many service panels. Artoo let out a beep, and Threepio rushed to him. He waited impatiently as the smaller unit plugged the receptive arm carefully into the open socket.
A superfast flurry of electronics spewed in undisciplined fashion from the grid of the little ’droid. Threepio made cautioning motions.
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