An actual conversation:
Me: Oooh, I got a new companion.
The Lovely Rhonda: What, another one?
Me: Yeah. Some uptight former Imperial soldier girl.
TLR: So how many is that?
Me: Well I have the robot. The cat-guy. And this chick just now.
TLR: Oh you mean your ship’s robot?
Me: No, it’s a war robot. Pew pew!*
TLR: So you have four?
Me: No, three. Oh, plus the ship’s robot. The irritating protocol droid who stands in the entryway and says annoying things as you go by.
TLR: So you have four?! No fair! I just have a healer and Qyzen Fess. (voice drips with disdain)
Me: Ew, Lizard-face?!
TLR: Yeah. Chuh! Why you get four?!
Me: Because I kick ass and I’m squeaky clean. Whatever you say, captain! On the double, captain! We can’t let those naughty Imps win, captain!
TLR: You suck.
Me: Love you too, honey.
*Pew pew is the sound laser pistols make when you fire them. PEW PEW! PEW!