Carfan and Foozle the Droid

The receiver in his headset crackled, “I thought you said it was locked?”
“It is. I don’t know how they’re getting in.”
“Damn you Foozle, you were to secure the hatch before even one of them could get so much as a toe, whatever they have, inside. Where’s your head fool?”
“You know my head is in my ass. That’s how you engineered me. Do you wish for me to repeat my specifications? I am a class 2g …”
“Shut up Foozle, we have work to do. Get that hatch secured. I’ll try to fend off the few that have made their way to the galley.”
“I shall pull my head out and secure the hatch, sir.”
With that, Foozle strode down the hall to the hatch leading to the loading dock. Scurrying on the ceiling were two of the creatures he was sure he had blocked entrance to. His radio spoke, “Fooz, any sign of them?”
“Yes captain, there are two in the hall here.”
“Kill them, now.”“How, sir”“Tell them a bad joke, you know the drill.”
“Yes sir.”
He called out to the menacing duo creeping in his direction, “you two, what do you call a droid in a blender?”They stopped and looked at each other, sensing their fate.“Scrap metal”. They exploded on the spot. Foozle tapped his communicator and called to Carfan, “they’ve been dispatched sir. How are you doing?”
There was static for a few seconds before he heard the captain yelling, “to get to the other side!” followed by an explosion.“What is it Foozle?”
“I have eliminated the two here in the hall and am proceeding to check the hatch. It is secure sir. There is no way they could have entered with the door in this position.”
“You’re sure that’s how you left it?”
“Yes sir”.
“Alright, run a scan on the ship and see if we’ve missed any.”
Green lights traced across the small screen in Foozles’ hand. “No sign of them sir. I think the ship is clean.”