Pilot to victory over the arrogant Rouge Squadron!
You ditch the break room and forget to do anything with your stuff. Trash on the table, crumbs on the floor. Goldenrod is outraged, but by the time he finds out you're long down the hall way.
You pick up your pace a little. You have the sudden urge to feel a cold, brisk wind in your face (too bad you're not on Hoth) so you start to jog. To run. To sprint.
You pass several Rebels, many of whom stare at you as you speed by.
However, you trip and hit the blaster charge you had in your pocket an it explodes, killing you.