[Din Djarin is getting progressively more frustrated with this nurse woman. First of all, he doesn't need a nurse, because he's not sick or injured. Second, she keeps spewing nonsense when he asks where they are, and smiles stupidly whenever he asks about a specific planet or system. But third, and the most egregious insult of them all, is that someone took all his weapons, and won't give them back.]
I'm a Mandalorian. Weapons are a part of my religion. I need them back.
[He hasn't even mentioned that they took his armour, too. They thankfully left his helmet, which no one has tried to remove. Din might not have his weapons or Beskar, but he'll break anyone's arm who tries to take his helmet.]
[The nurse just keeps smiling vapidly, and not telling him where his weapons are.]
New Bark Town
[This is terrible.]
[No Beskar, no weapons--he's practically naked right now, wearing just a long-sleeved shirt and pants--no starship, and no way to call anyone to come get him. The communicator they gave him is laughable, almost a child's play thing, with no capabilities to call off world.]
[At least Grogu is safe with Skywalker. Wherever Din might be, at least he knows Grogu is protected by his own kind.]
Go away.
[They don't even have droids here. Instead, the nurse insisted he take a baby Mudhorn, despite Din trying to give it back repeatedly. Now it's toddling after him in a little waddle that looks enough like Grogu's to make Din's throat close up.]
I don't need a Mudhorn. Go back to your own kind.
[The Axew squeaks and keeps following him.]
Network: Audio
[Ugh, fine, if he's going to be stuck here, he might as well start re-arming himself.]
Mando/Din Djarin | The Mandalorian | OTA
No, you don't understand.
[Din Djarin is getting progressively more frustrated with this nurse woman. First of all, he doesn't need a nurse, because he's not sick or injured. Second, she keeps spewing nonsense when he asks where they are, and smiles stupidly whenever he asks about a specific planet or system. But third, and the most egregious insult of them all, is that someone took all his weapons, and won't give them back.]
I'm a Mandalorian. Weapons are a part of my religion. I need them back.
[He hasn't even mentioned that they took his armour, too. They thankfully left his helmet, which no one has tried to remove. Din might not have his weapons or Beskar, but he'll break anyone's arm who tries to take his helmet.]
[The nurse just keeps smiling vapidly, and not telling him where his weapons are.]
New Bark Town
[This is terrible.]
[No Beskar, no weapons--he's practically naked right now, wearing just a long-sleeved shirt and pants--no starship, and no way to call anyone to come get him. The communicator they gave him is laughable, almost a child's play thing, with no capabilities to call off world.]
[At least Grogu is safe with Skywalker. Wherever Din might be, at least he knows Grogu is protected by his own kind.]
Go away.
[They don't even have droids here. Instead, the nurse insisted he take a baby Mudhorn, despite Din trying to give it back repeatedly. Now it's toddling after him in a little waddle that looks enough like Grogu's to make Din's throat close up.]
I don't need a Mudhorn. Go back to your own kind.
[The Axew squeaks and keeps following him.]
Network: Audio
[Ugh, fine, if he's going to be stuck here, he might as well start re-arming himself.]
Which is the smallest Pokemon that spits fire?
[Short, sweet, and to the point.]