Oh my, your droid guardian sounds more advanced with each description. I'm afraid I'm of a much older make, and apparently quite prone to misfortune. [his shoulders and torso slump with a voiceless sigh]

In any case, should there be no industrial lubricants available, the kitchen facilities did seem to have a large quantity of oil that would...suffice. [his tone is reluctant, as if struggling between the desire to be cleaner and the slight of having to be greased with cooking oil]