
“Here, here, why earlier today my good friend Captain Organna came to me begging for my aid, or was this yesterday. He would be lost without me, poor chap. As I was saying, there I was in my study, reading a delightful text, “01000001 00100000 01110100 01100001 01101100 01100101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01010100 01110111 01101111 00100000 01000011 01101001 01110100 01101001 01100101 01110011”, when he requested my services,” T7 replied with puffs of smoke.
“Why Captain, of course I will aid you. You are a delightful fellow, a bit daft but lovable. He praised my skills, as a maintenance droid and I fixed the problem. I was a bit disappointed at the lack of dropping any organics to their doom… not that I enjoy such thuggery mind you, but a long story short I find him to be amusing, like a regular chap, like myself.”
“I say, that should be the goal.” More puffs of smoke.