Clean the droids before you go to bed

Your Uncle Owen is a crabby old bastard who will probably slug you if you don't do your chores, so you drag your lazy ass into the garage to clean the droids for the trip tomorrow. The tall golden one won't stop prattling so you just tune him out. One day you'll leave this stupid rock and all of this annoying work behind and become a pilot...or a rock star...or something...

As you prep the oil bath for the protocol droid, you notice something Uncle Owen missed: the robot is fitted with high-grade sex parts, "fully functional" they call it. This stuff usually only high-end politicians and gangsters can afford! You bite your lower lip, wondering if you should take advantage of this. Once Owen finds out he'll have them ripped out and sold for huge amounts in Mos Eisley. You're just some pathetic farmboy so you really don't get much action out here; this could be a real treat. You're excited that the droid is equipped for both sexes, but there's the risk of getting caught, and lord knows what Owen would do if he found you fucking the help.