On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, robots in love,
And a Harry Potter Parody!
"This," LD-WG growled. "Is entirely your fault."
VN-CO beeped innocently.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR 'BEEP BEEP' THIS AND 'TING TING' THAT! YOU HAD BETTER TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT YOU'VE GOTTEN US INTO! DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT THE IMPERIAL ARMY DOES TO ROBOTS THAT ASSIST THE REBELLION? DO YOU? WE'LL BE SCRAPPED! DECFRAGGED! SOLD TO SANDPEOPLE!"
VN-CO beeped frantically.
"Well, I bet there is pasta in Heaven, but that doesn't really matter since all bad robots go to Hell."
VN-CO considered this for a moment, then, very hesitantly beeped again.
"No," LD-WG hissed. "There is no pasta in Hell."
This seemed to send him into a frenzy. With a whirr and a fizzling pop, he dashed off into the dessert with a distinctive robotic cry, his one oddly curly wire waggling in the wind. "Wait, come back here! You can't just run off on your own, it's dangerous! GET BACK HERE!"
LD-WG and VN-CO had been maintenance droids on a rebel starship; reluctant co-workers (in the case of LD-WG, anyway). A few days ago though, they'd been attacked by the Imperial Army. Princess Arthur had been taken into custody for questioning —but before he had, he'd given some sort of data to VN-CO. What he thought the dumb little Pasta Droid could do with it, LD-WG wasn't sure.
They boarded an escape pod to get the information safely away from the Imperial Army and landed on a seemingly deserted planet. He says seemingly because after only an hour or so they were both locked in a huge, moving room sort of thing —captured by sandpeople.
"This," LD-WG repeated. "Is entirely your fault."
VN-CO beeped apologetically.
AN: Wow, this is late. And short. I apologize. I've been procrastinating this all day, I have no excuse. Again, though, I'll try & put a longer version up later. Very busy week indeed. Thank you and goodbye.
