Kill me.

Kill me now.

Make it stop.

I can't handle anymore of his DAMN TALKING!

"Can you actually stomach this garbage they keep giving us? I mean, seriously? What is this stuff? I can't even guess as to what's in this goo, they may as well be feeding us bantha fodder. Though I wouldn't be too surprised if that were the actual case."

Please, kill me now.

Just a blaster-shot to the head would be appreciated.

"You've been extremely quiet over the past few weeks, little sister. Are you feeling ill? Maybe its the food. Most-likely the food."

Mercy.

Mercy, for the love of all that is good in this wretched universe.

"Maybe some conversation would make you feel better. I grow tired of listening to my own voice constantly. It's like listening to a broken holo-recording over and over and over again. Annoying, to say the least."

You have no idea.

"Perhaps this piece of information might spark your interest."

Please, do tell.

Bless me with that disgusting voice of yours even further, why don't you?

"Did you know my master is planning on kidnapping the Chancellor soon? I know, crazy, right? I tried to tell him that an action like that would be impossible to accomplish, but no. My master had the plan all thought out, though I'm extremely disappointed to say I'm not going to be in the middle of it any time soon. General Grievous is the one with that honor, I'm sorry to say."

Oh poodoo. 

~End of Book 3~