R2-D2 must have the foulest mouth of any droid anywhere. Everything he says is bleeped out.
This reminds me of the episode of Star Trek where they encounter a society that’s modeled on gangland Chicago.
He works for the Department of Redundancy Department.
An R.O.U.S.? (Rodent of Unusual Size)
Maybe it’s the Three Wise Mice.
Garfield’s going for a Silent Night.
This little guy can…escape, apparently.
Amazing! Now that I’ve gotten old, I’d be lucky to make it under a pole 5 feet off the ground.
Sure. He’s got lots of bacon.