Episode IV: Doesn't look like we have much choice...

Under Tattooine sun,
droids lined up like metal convicts
outside the giant crawler.
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Sizing up Threepio,
Owen Lars thinks, "Man, I
forgot to shave today!"
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These humans are stupid!
We could sell them their own poodoo
if we wanted to!*

*Translated from Jawa
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Luke's morning ruined,
he imagines Cammie running away with
the first pilot she sees.
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"Can I speak Bocce?!?"
If Threepio could salivate, he'd spit
right in Old Lars' face!
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01-01-10...01001010!
1-001010!10-010
1001-1101010010!*

*[B-b-bad motivator!
J-just let me be! Th-these Jawas
have t-taken my best gears!]

R5-D4 translated from Binary
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No Toshi Station,
no Biggs, no Cammie, no Fixer--
stuck in a giant sandbox!
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As Threepio soaks in
the hot oil, Luke, with his toy T-16,
seeks adventure and excitement.
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"Got a lot of carbon scoring...
Whoa! A woman! I've never seen one
that small! And she's blue!"
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Luke wonders if Obi-Wan
is related to Old Ben--but Aunt Beru's call
to supper startles him.
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Luke, frustrated; Artoo
refusing to replay the secret message;
Threepio with a hydrospanner.