10 INT BOILER ROOM 10 The door slides open, revealing a room filled with steam and noisy machinery. The guard motions them into the boiler room, where they are met by a tall, thin humanlike robot named EV-9D9 (EVE-NINEDENINE). Behind the robot can be seen a torture rack pulling the legs off a screaming baby work droid. A second power droid is upside down. As smoking branding irons are pressed into his feet, the stubby robot lets out an agonized electronic scream. Artoo and Threepio cringe as the guard grunts to EV-9D9.

NINEDENINE Ah, good. New acquisitions. You are a protocol droid, are you not?

THREEPIO I am See-Threepio, human-cy...

NINEDENINE Yes or no will do.

THREEPIO Oh. Well, yes.

NINEDENINE How many languages do you speak?

THREEPIO I am fluent in over six million forms of communication, and can readily...

NINEDENINE Splendid! We have been without an interpreter since our master got angry with our last protocol droid and disintegrated him.

THREEPIO Disintegrated?

(Crashing sounds in background, screams.)

NINEDENINE (to a Gamorrean guard) Guard! This protocol droid might be useful. Fit him with a restraining bolt and take him back to His Excellency's main audience chamber. (The guard shoves Threepio toward the door.)

THREEPIO (disappearing) Artoo, don't leave me! Ohhh! (Artoo lets out a plaintive cry as the door closes. Then he beeps angrily.)

NINEDENINE You're a feisty little one, but you'll soon learn some respect. I have need for you on the master's Sail Barge. And I think you'll fit in nicely. (The poor work droid in the background lets out another tortured electronic scream.)