I think I can fix that. Apparently, the droids here can make things for you if you ask. Shouldn't be too hard, right?

[After a few moments of unsuccessful flailing and telepathic commands, Don manages to flag down a droid and communicate the desire for a stick to it.

Then it's a matter of waiting, which Don does patiently, at least until the droid returns with -]

... That's a sticker. A gold star sticker.

[Don holds the sticker up, frowning deeply. If this is trying to tell them something, it's being extremely demoralizing.]

This is not at all what I meant.

... I might have better luck just salvaging you something to make a weapon with.

[Come on green guy. Don still doesn't even know your name maybe that should get solved soon]