Ha, I have a horrible image of how this would go down from Kira's point of view.
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Dear Diary;
Thats it. Either T7 gets a memory wipe, or I'm off the ship. The years have obviously taken their toll on its circuitry. Over the last few months its become increasingly unstable. The sitting outside my door while I slept, I could ignore. The stealing my cloths to make itself a nest in the cargo bay, I was willing to forgive. But today, today was the last straw. I was just me, Doc and T7 on the ship. Everyone was off on one errand or another so the three of us played sabak to pass the time. I was dealing the second hand when suddenly, Barry Manilow started playing over the inter-ship communication system. The next thing I know, T7 is chasing me around the ship with a vibro baton taped to it's servo arm. I screamed for Doc to help, but he was laughing so hard he fell off his chair. I had to take refuge in my room. It took twenty minutes for Doc to stop laughing and get that damn droid put the baton away. And now we can't get the ship to stop playing "He doesn't care (but I do)" over and over and over.
The droid is insane. It has to stop.
