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"Tell them this, Goldenrod—" he smiled at the droid, with conscious affectionfor the first time. "Tell them it's hard to translate a rebellion, so maybe a translatorshouldn't tell the story. So I'll tell 'em." "They shouldn't help us 'cause we're asking 'em to. They shouldn't even helpus 'cause it's in their own interest to—even though it is, you know—just for oneexample, the Empire's tappin' a lot of energy out of this moon to generate its deflectorshield, and that's a lot of energy you guys are gonna be without come winter, and Imean you're gonna be hurtin'…but never mind that. Tell 'em, Threepio." Threepio told them. Han went on. "But that's not why they should help us. That's why I used to do stuff, becauseit was in my interest. But not anymore. Well, not so much, anyway. Mostly I dothings for my friends, now—'cause what else is so important? Money? Power?Jabba had that, and you know what happened to him. Okay, okay, the point is—yourfriends are…your friends. You know?"