Hello, I am C-3PO, human cyborg relations. And this is my voicemail inbox.
BEEEEP
Mr. C-3PO your application for a professorship at the Baobab School of Speed Learning's Language department had been rejected on the grounds that your lectures have been described as long winded, boring, dreadfully boring, "I can't learn in this environment", and "If he keeps talking, I'm committing suicide".
BEEEEP
Hey Threepio it's Luke, I'm taking a correspondence course in Mando'a and I found something that I think perfectly describes you, Mirsh'kyramud. Mir'osik comes a close second
BEEEEP
BEEEEEE WHOOOOO BLOOP PFFFFFT
BEEEEP
Threepio, it's Luke, why'd you try to dismantle R2 yesterday? You know I need him more than I need you. If you try again, it'll be you that's dismantled.
BEEEEP
Threepio, it's your maker. Stop thanking me, it's getting annoying.
BEEEEP
Hurry up goldenrod or you'll get left behind again. I still don't know how you caught up with us last time.
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BLORP BLOOP BLEEEP WHOOOOOO.
BEEEEP
R2-D2 where are you? You should have been here half an hour ago. If we get left behind, it will be all your fault.
BEEEEP
BEEEP BLORP BUH WHOOO SCREEEECH
Translation: Hey, it's your old pal R4. Would you mind putting me on the cargo manifest for the next ship off Tatooine? Thanks.
BEEEEP
Your next scheduled memory wipe is in THIRTY SIX days.
BEEEEP
R2 the next time you say something like that to me and roll off I'm going to tell Chewbacca exactly what BEEPLE MEEEP ORK means.
BEEEEP
Your memory wipe has been rescheduled to take place in SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS, SIX days.
BEEEP
Hello Mr. R2-D2, you have been pre-qualified for an Galactic Imperial Mastercard.
BEEEEP
Artoo, it's Luke. Tell you what, I'll give you those rocket things you where whining about if you find some way to heat my quarters without melting them.
BEEEEP
R2-D2 Where are you?
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Sorry if this isn't as funny as the last few chapters. Sorry I took so long to update it as well. I was sort of running out of ideas.