HK-47: Command: You will talk. HK-50: Defiant Statement: There is nothing you can do to me. Do your worst. HK-50: Agonized Exclamation: Ohhh! My photoreceptors! MY PHOTORECEPTORS! HK-47: Statement: I shall up the charge of your circuits next time. Now, answer the question. HK-50: Posturing Statement: I will never talk. HK-47: Statement: Then I will have to settle for your screams. HK-50: Waah! Aaaah! Ooooh! AAAAH! AAAAAARGHH! Atton: That is one sick droid. HK-47: Statement: My prisoner has revealed something of interest. Allow me to share it with you. HK-47: Statement: The facility that is creating these cruder, unsophisticated versions of me is located on Telos. I propose we go there and turn it into a smoldering crater. HK-47: Statement: Oh yes, my master have quite the collection of tortured individuals that seam unable to confront their basic personality conflicts. Let me cite some specific examples. Mockery: Oh, master, I do not trust you! I cannot trust you or anyone! Ever again! Mockery: Oh, master, I love you but I hate all you stand for. But I think we should go press our sliming mucous-covered lips together in the cargo hold! Conclusion: Such pheromone-driven human responces never cease to decrease the charge in my capacitors and make me wish I could press a blaster pistol to my behaviour core and pull the trigger.