Very short story. Technically original fic, but that's not relevant, since this doesn't take itself seriously. If it did, well, I'd have to put a rusty chainsaw to its neck. "Nonsensical" doesn't even begin to describe it, I'm afraid; this thing kicks, hammers and smashes until the fourth wall crumbles into fine dust. And if you're familiar with SW... well, it's all done in the spirit of fun. And the psychopathic android has no relation to HK-47 whatsoever. Honest.
Inspired partly by
limyaael's response for a writing prompt. It struck me with the mood for this, anyway.
( Psychobabble )