[The first sight is of circuits. It pulls back to a closeup of Luke, frowning and manipulating the controls on the datapad; he appears to have been using it to get a look into something he can't quite see on his own. He's wearing gloves and goggles and looks generally filthy. Now he set the 'pad aside; it's mostly pointing at ceiling, but a
disarmed K-X12 can be seen floating obediently nearby.]
Okay Kayex, clamp these two leads together while I splice them.
[The droid, muttering quiet gibberish, extends an arm off-camera.]
No, with your insulated arm!
[There is a surprised, distressed electronic shriek, and sparks pop in the arm's joints.]
Release! Release! Back off! [The droid pulls away, now hovering more erratically and twitching. Luke groans.] You maniac! I told you there'd be current. And you only have three arms! What kind of idiot programmed you!
[He makes an aggravated noise, sighs heavily, and then becomes resigned.] All right, power down and I'll try and fix you. But if you blow up I'm not even going to bother. Class five. Going to get me into so much trouble...