Voice-testing!

[meatbags]

Commentary: 'Mundane' is a very apt title for such a boring and uninteresting meatbag such as yourself. Not that you should take this as flattery; I find most organics are worthy of such a name.

Criticism: Finding my 'voice' is far too difficult of task for you, mundane. Might I suggest you go back to playing organic "Sith Lords" instead? Their saliva-spewing verbal noise seems to be far less daunting of a task for you.

Comments

[holeintheforce]

[ and she's just going to look at you, unsure if she should laugh or not. ]

[meatbags]

Observation: Ah. My former temporary master has found a new set of squishy organs. How disappointing.

[holeintheforce]

Would you rather I be turned into a driod?

[meatbags]

Answer: No, master. I had thought you enjoyed being incorporeal. Unless, you're masochistic enough to enjoy being a meatbag all over again.

[tree_puncher]

[Steve? a blocky human looking person with his name floating above his head in white text stares at HK...]

You talk weird.

[meatbags]

Analysis: What a hideously disfigured meatbag you are! I have seen - and vaporized - many visually unappealing organics in my time as an assassination droid, but you are especially grotesque.

[tree_puncher]

Alright... I guess that's a far assessment. Given how I doubt that many look like myself outside of the Realm of Minecraft.

[meatbags]

Commentary: This "Minecraft" must be a terrifying world. Such symmetrical and pixelated design makes my behavioral core feel what I can only assume must be the meatbag equivalent of 'revulsion.' It's not a pleasant feeling at all.

[tree_puncher]

And that's not starting with how Hostile Mobs spawn in darkness/night... Then again I'm sure I'd think the same of your realm as just as odd to myself.

Spoiler warning, obviously.

[meatbags]

Commentary: A very vague question.

Tentative Answer: If what you are asking pertains to what I did following my misadventures with the Jedi Exile, I waited patiently for my true master to get in touch with me. I was pleasantly surprised to see that his moral compass had once again eroded, and had prepared a veritable buffet of organic meatbags to slaughter with the use of the Foundry.

[meatbags]

Question: Earth? What is this 'earth' you speak of? I would suggest you have your programming examined.

Dismissal: There are already meatbags who worship at the altar of violence. We call them "Sith," and their views are far too dogmatic for me. I would know: My master was one of them, for a while. It was always "Dark Side" this, or "Through X I gain Y." Why couldn't he just enjoy killing without making it so aggravatingly dramatic?

[meatbags]

Self-flattery: I am always pleasantly surprised at my master's complete disregard for the well-being of his fellow meatbags, as it reflects in my programming. I wouldn't make for an efficient assassination droid if I was always worried about the possibility of inflicting pain while killing undesirable organics.

[meatbags]

Admiration: I rather enjoy my master's lack of a moral compass. It makes my existence as a tool of extermination far more enjoyable.

Explanation: What good is an assassination droid if it has restraint, after all? Showing mercy rather defeats the purpose of my programming, and my extensive encyclopedia of methods used to kill meatbags that my master finds undesirable.

Addendum: I would admit that I find them undesirable as well, but that would be unfair. I find all meatbags to be undesirable. It is unbecoming of a droid to discriminate, after all.