"The map," Kylo demanded, his voice sounding like a muffled recording. "Give it to the First Order, or I shall disassemble you brick by brick."
"I know, BB-8," Rey murmured, her voice clicking with the plastic echoes of the ship. "If we find that piece, we might find Luke Skywalker. And if we find him, maybe we can figure out why the First Order is so obsessed with grey baseplates."
"Chewie, get the engines started!" shouted an older Han Solo, his hair a distinguished piece of textured grey plastic. "We’ve got a galaxy to save, and I think I left the hyperdrive lever in the other set!"