
A.B. 348-T is an indoctrination
droid specializing in socialization and drug-assisted interrogation,
providing advice and instruction to the weak-willed.
Why Do You Resist?
Dear A.B. 348-T,
Wise in the ways of the force
am I but lonely here it is. Yes, lonely. Much to offer have I;
waterfront property, cooking skill, a loyal heart and much could
I share on the mysteries of the Force. Heavy is my heart. Great
is my burden. Meeting women my problem is.
Signed,
Little Green Man From Outer Space
Dear L.G.M.F.O.S.,
Report to level D-14
for reconditioning immediately. Emotion clouds the ability to
follow commands. A small incision at the base of the skull and
a 10 CC injection of Carpenathol will remove all desire for free
will. Then you may take your place as custodial unit 650 and
scrub toilet fixtures for the mighty Empire. Or, requisition
ten minutes with a pleasure droid on Sub-Level 9.
Dear
A.B. 348-T,
I'm tired. So very tired. Please,
I can't think straight...
Signed,
Lonely in Level 5, Detention Block
Aa23, Cell 2187
Dear Lonely,
Do not resist. You will answer.
What is the location of the rebel base? How many ships have they
mustered? You will answer. Injections have failed. Preparing
miter saw.
Confidential to Left
My Arm in Cantina: Yes,
it is prudent to assume the rules of etiquette have been relaxed
when a fellow patron cuts off your arm during a bachelor party
at a Cantina. Your only recourse is to sue the bar for failing
to provide adequate security or place a bounty on that freaky
old man's head.
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