"So you’ll be working here for the time being. Basically you’ll supervise shipping, receiving and that droid over there who works on mechanical repairs."
“That’s a battle droid! What does it know about repairs?”, Chi’Nath blurts out.
“Greetings Sir. I shall attempt to answer your question. First droids: analysis, astromech, business, communications, exploration, industrial, interrogation, maintenance, medical, pleasure, probe, protocol, rescue, security, survey and transportation.”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant.”
“Would you instead like me to list all the types of possible malfunctions I am able to repair? I estimate it would take 5 hours and 42 minutes if I filter duplication over different droid and vehicle models.”
“No, that won’t be necessary.”
“Very well sir, would you instead like me to send that information to your comlink?”
“Have you been here long, Z3?”
“No sir. I’ve only been here for 14 minutes and 21 seconds. Before that I was 12.3 meters roughly 17 degrees north, 23 degrees west working on that compressor unit.”
“I meant working in Mos Shuuta for Teemo.”
“Roger, roger. I have been in Teemo’s possession for 11 months, 6 days.”
“Where were you before that?”
“I’m sorry sir, but that is not in my memory blocks.”
“You mean Teemo wiped your memory? So for all you know he might have stolen you and I might be your real master…”, Chi’Nath mumbles to himself while filling out some forms, “By the way, you know you don’t need to call me sir all the time. My name is Chi’Nath. I don’t imagine I’ll be staying long. I’m really only here looking for word of my uncle Maht’Nath.”
“Which of his words are you looking for Master?”