Another metour comes!
Once again Qui-Gon just sort of floats there, waithing for the
meteourites crushing impact, like he was "admiring it's
beauty."
Luckily you have enough sense to get out of the way, watching your
partner get hit by it dead on, and seeing him spiral off.
"Oh, well, maybe it knocked some sense into him," you sigh
and float off. Then you...
"Qui-Gon, look out! There's another meteour!
Run..er..float!"
