Star Wars: The Musical


	Trapped within a trash compactor, our heroes notice that the walls are moving.

	The walls are closing in.

	The walls are closing in.

	I thought we were safe.

	Well think again, because the walls are closing in. The walls are closing in. The walls are closing in. One thing's for sure, we're gonna be real thin when the walls stop closing in.

	Meanwhile, the droids are confronted by a stormtrooper in the control room.

	Where do you think you're going?

	This little droid has got to leave this place. He's quite beat up and he needs a new...face.

	Back in the trash compactor.

	We'll move this pile of junk.

	And I can get on top.

	Then we can push real hard and hold our breath and maybe the walls will stop. The walls are closing in. The walls are closing in. Why don't you use the Force to help us win and stop the walls from closing in?

	Luke grabs his communicator.

	I'll call the droids and they will set us free. C-3PO, do you copy me?

	I read you sir.

	The walls are closing in. You gotta shut 'em down, And make it fast, or we're not gonna last.

	The walls continue to converge, but then suddenly stop. The group cries out.

	It's all my fault that now I hear their death - their screams of pain within their final breath.

	No, we are alive. And thanks to you, we'll get out. Open the pressure maintenance hatch on unit number...where are we?

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