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Moments later Threepio grabbed at his head in pain as a terrific screeching andyelling sounded over the comlink. "No, shut them all down!" he implored Artoo. "Hurry! Oh, listen to them—they're dying, Artoo! I curse this metal body of mine. I was not fast enough. Itwas my fault. My poor master—all of them…no, no, no!" the screaming and yelling, however, continued far beyond what seemed like areasonable interval. In fact, they were shouts of relief. The chamber walls hadreversed direction automatically with Artoo's shutdown and were moving apart again. "Artoo, Threepio," Luke hollered into the comlink, "it's all right, we're all right!Do you read me? We're okay—you did just fine." Brushing distastefully at the clinging slime, he made his way as rapidly aspossible toward the hatchcover. Bending, he scraped accumulated detritus away,noting the number thus revealing. "Open the pressure-maintenance hatch on unit 366-117891." "Yes, sir," came Threepio's acknowledgment. They may have been the happiest words Luke had ever heard.