HK should have been distinctly miffed at the whole world at this particular moment. His hair was still wet, every once in a while releasing a few drops of water down the back of his neck in small skirmish attacks on the dryness of the rest of him. The shower that had gotten him wet in the first place was another reason he should be miffed. After all, he'd had to deal with the terror that was meatbag-kind, unclothed in all their squishiness.

But HK was not miffed, because he was having a delightful time confusing the fek out of his nurse. She always kept saying how he shouldn't talk about such morbid subjects, but now that he was cheerfully spouting off phrases like "Statement: I just adore all meatbags." And only subvocalizing the rest of the statement so that it could be true, the nurse now suspected he was up to something.

He was still talking almost without stopping for breath as he was lead into his cell. That unfortunately meant that the other inorganic would hear him, and that might absolutely ruin his blood-stained reputation, but... Kriff it. HK decided he would test out this new psychological weapon on everyone within range.

His nurse almost fled as he called "Valediction: Good night, meatbag!" Droid-kind triumphs again!