Fail.Unknower post=7.74102.830890 said:Nothing from HK-47?
"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized organic meatbags!"
"You are a very harsh master, Master. I like you."
―HK-47 to Revan
"Statement: Now do you understand the travails of my existence, master? Surely it does not compare to your existence, but still?"
"I survive. Somehow."
"Commentary: As do I. It is our lot in life, I suppose, master. Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?"
Definition: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds."
―HK-47[src]