The Great Heep

C3PO:
There it is, Artoo. Our new home. The peaceful planet of Biitu. Remember, if you behave yourself, I'll put in a good word for you. Maybe he'll give you a job as well.

Droid bartender:
Welcome to the Biitu Droid harem. Our master, the Great Heep, wants you R2 units to relax and enjoy yourselves.

Great Heep:
Put the translator on the lube-crew.

C3PO:
Oh no, this is the end!

Admiral Screed:
Greetings, Heep. Is the first batch of fuel ore ready to load?

Great Heep:
The shipment is ready. I will order it to be loaded at once.

Admiral Screed:
Excellent. The Emperor will be pleased.

Admiral Screed:
I'll be taking you back in hibernation.

Mungo Baobab:
Wha?

Admiral Screed:
The Emperor doesn't want to lose such a valuable prisoner. [to the Great Heep] Let's go. [is carried off]

Mungo Baobab:
The only way off Biitu is going to be on your ship. But not in hibernation.

C3PO:
And poor R2D2... He's going to have his crystals drained for sure.

C3PO:
Oh my, I, I can't stand heights. Slower, Fidge. All that oil has made my hands slippery. I, woah, oh! [almost slips] If I fall, I'm programmed to smash, not fly.

Mungo Baobab:
[pretending to be a protocol droid] Oh, there you are, finally! I've been looking all over the place for you management people. Do you have any idea what a dry environment like this can do to a servo joint? Nooooo, of course not.

Great Heep:
Destruct Gulpers, unite!

C3PO:
Let me at him, sir. I'll dismantle him for what he did to Artoo!

Admiral Screed:
Round one to you, Baobab, but the fight is not over yet!

Mungo Baobab:
What's that little device, Threepio?

C3PO:
Hm? Oh, eh it's a sonic capsule, sir. It was a, a birthday present from Artoo. [turns it on to hear Artoo bleeping]