Oh, dear [member="Allana Badeaux"] . Six-O would break you. Like slender twig lifted from forest floor he would exert simple bend in the organic frame, and snap spine. And after much thrashing, snapping and cutting -- from mere mention of restrainer bolt or memory wipe -- your skull he would fashion in to a stylish bowl, where lay in it's basin sweet flesh wrapped candies to feed all noble offspring and sibling, follower and sycophant.
They would write sad, sad poems of your demise.
I kid of course, the fine people of the One Sith would never allow the simple Droid such pleasures.
Which is why he shall slay them when their meat has grown ripe, old and weak -- not just the men, but the women. . . and children.