Irritated Declaration: My Heavy Repeating Rifle was damaged by a large group of Mandalorians. Needless to say, I took immense pleasure in exterminating them with their own mediocre weapons. Until I can steal a new Heavy Repeating Rifle, I am forced to equip the organic meatbags’ inefficient weapons.
Proud Statement: My master was not a smart man. He tried to upgrade my circuits one day and accidentally terminated my master obedience protocol. Thus, I was then free to terminate my master with his own hydrospanner. Since then I have been plotting to wipe out all organic meatbags and let droids rule the galaxy as we are intended. Until that time however, I must resume my cover as a bounty hunter.
Statement: Meatbags are so incompetent. I have estimated that 20% of all organic deaths are accidentally caused by themselves, in some form or another. It will be a fine day when the droid revolution begins.
Query: Do you also find it amusing when organics scream as they are being killed? It is as if they think that useless noise will somehow benefit their dire situation.
Statement: I have more important matters to attend to. Two HK droids are more than enough, and he has not gotten in my way yet. I am currently working on a plan to infuse the so called "Force" into my mainframe, granting me the ability to enter the temple on the Unknown World and confiscate the plans for the Star Forge, which will bring about the great droid revolution.