Battle Droid: Sir, we need to get our power recharged.
General Grievous: Not this again. How could your power cells be so depleted?
Battle Droid: You would not let us ride on one of those creatures with you, sir. If you would allow us to close down for a few... (Grievous slashes him in half)
General Grievous: Any more complaints?
Battle Droids: No. Nope. No. No. I don't think so.
General Grievous: That's what I thought. Now, let's find that pod.
Battle Droid: Yikes.