C3PO realized they were playing hacky-sack

C3PO realized they were playing hacky-sack with a "Thermal Detonator!"

The interstellar crowd emerged from the cantina in the hopes of seeing droid carnage spewed about the spaceport. The thermal detonator was discharged; "He's my kind of scum" said

all the while like a deranged R2-D2 on meth. It annoyed the heck out of the janitorial supplies, though the broom wanted to just sweep it under the rug. Number 409, however,

knew it for what it really was - the next generation of sanitation, and tried to nurse it back to sanity by cooing softly at it whenever it went bonkers. The broom despised this

cloying attention like a brat resents an overprotective parent. My cooing just made the outbursts even worse. When I had grown frustrated enough, I left my home and family and went

Into the forest, living like an apeman. I became a rhesus monkey and had a new family. It was a change of lifestyle I never regretted.

Until this moment that you tell me that my grandbaby has the worse disease known to man that she inherited from me and my rhesus monkey family. The things I did, the ... things...

...things no decent rhesus monkey should ever have done. And now I am paying for it all with the life of my precious baby granddaughter's life. If I could only go back in time and

change. That's when my nearly fairy god mother tapped me not so gently on the head. Whack whack whack whack whack! "Idiot!" She did send back in time... as a grub. Is that a bird?