“Do you like having cold things in your bed, Sir?” “You’re not cold.” “I am a droid, Sir.” “Don’t call me ‘Sir’. I don’t own you. First Order Industries does.” “That is correct, Sir- Hux. Why do you seek physical closeness with a broken droid, Hux?” “Well, I … I don’t exactly… connect well with other people.” “I understand. I don’t connect well to the Directive either.” “I know.” “It’s because I’m malfunctioning sometimes. Battle droids, which-” “You’re fine. There is nothing wrong with you, R-E-N.”
Can You Bring Me The Gun of Rambo? 