Bite my shiny, metal beep boop whirr.
It really ties the room together.
R2 pee too.
A lumberjack's best friend.
Ugh, the future blows.
All bow before robo-cat!
Insults hurt even more when they're hurled from space.
Finally I'm free to do that thing with my hands while I dance. You know, that thing that everyone hates. It's sort of like two helicopter propellers. What I'm saying is I'm a bad dancer.
Unleash the Doomba!
Okay, this is a ridiculous thing to do with a dead pet, but it's definitely what I want to do with my remains