“Cheryl? What Force power is Cheryl?”
“The dark side.”
“Cabana gas? What cocktails does that go with?”
“But overall, these ships seem a bit more… provocative.”
“Provocative as in sexy, or provocative as in aggressive?”
“So listening to him is like listening to you.”
“But I’m adorable.”
“Do you wanna meet Lando? Because that’s how you meet Lando.”
“We should keep those around in case we find ourselves on some backwater planet that doesn’t have lightspeed and need to trade them something that won’t give them lightspeed.”
“However, we noticed that your torpedo load has been partially used. What would you like us to load for you?”
“Spam. Sausages?”
“He told me it was a stupid idea, but I did it anyway!”
“Do we have a Ring doorbell for that gangplank?”
“Is waiting here for the ship’s technician… who is not on this group message…”
“Don’t we have another protocol droid on the ship?”
“Yes. We just let him on board the ship.”
“Let’s have multiple untrustworthy protocol droids on the ship.”
“There’s, like, a revolt going on on our ship.”
“Yeah. I think the torpedoes might not be the worst idea I had here.”
“So… should we also go back? We’ve apparently let the droids take over the ship.”
“Do you know what that one is?”
“Unnecessary.”
“That one?”
“Unnecessary.”
“Is that one also unnecessary?”
“We could call it the Centennial Hawk.”
“We should just have a random name generator. So we come into the system, and… tickticktickticktick… ‘This is the Pilsbury Tires…'”
“Then we can send him the torpedoes while we’re out in space!”
“Why do we need a tractor beam?”
“To drag his ass around when he runs out of gas.”
“In fact, if I can convince all the droids to go on holiday…”
“You are never included in ‘all the droids,’ because YOU are controlled by YOU and not by Kevin.”
“If all the droids want to go off and have their own episode of ‘The Hangover…'”
“Do I get the feeling that I’m being unnecessarily paranoid? I mean, with the way that all went down…”
“Do you think you’re being unnecessarily paranoid?”
“No. No I do not.”