A day at Anchorhead with HK-47.
HK-47: Query: How come all this sand is heating my circuits, master?
Revan: Calm down, I'm sending you to a repair shop.
HK-47: Statement: I do not need repairs! Besides, who are these midgets running around me?
Revan: They are called Jawas, and their language is terribly difficult to understand.
HK-47: Perhaps an iron wire around their neck could increase their voice patterns.
Revan: No, no violence unless I order you.
HK-47: Too bad.
Suddenly 3 Sand People enter the settlement and start attacking everyone.
SP: ROAR!!!
HK-47: Statement: ROAR to yourself you worthless sack of meat! I guess I could test my new ice machine to make little ice cubes outta those masked weirdoes.
Revan: Stay here while I deal with them.
HK-47: I do not agree... oh, look! A nice disintegrator is hanging out of my masters pocket... let me take off some weight for you master.
HK-47: Query: Master, do wish to blast these freaks and bury them in the Krayt Dragon cave so we can give a little snack to our friend Krayt?
Or do you prefer to blast their heads off and then ask them a few questions?
Revan: HK!!! Use your language abilities to stop them!
HK-47: Statement: I'm sorry master. My language abilities seem to not function when I'm holding this beautiful titanium blaster in my arms. Let me re-enable my functions.
HK blasts the 3 Sand People! WHAM!!!!
Revan: Good job.
HK-47: Thank you. Now what did you want to ask the Sand People's head?
Revan: Oh, nothing.
HK-47: Then I shall feed their corpses to the Rancors.
Revan: Very well, I'll wait for you here.
HK-47: Do not be afraid if I am late. I will return... and if you see a dangling head attached to my leg, it will be the head of one of those annoying midgets. Now, I must feed Skippy (The Rancor) with these useless Sand Meatbags.