Rough approximation of a conversation between Darth Nihilus and Keith Richards, rendered phonetically
Hooooossshhh kaaaaah muuu loooooh haaaaah meee faaa shooooo kraaaaaah...
Y'know, na gib muh runna shib anna, anna, anna gabber frum munna wiff a mish, y'know, anna, y'know, lord a da siff, innit, wut?
Maaaah kooshtah greeeeeeh soooooh waaaaah korah matah heeeeee nashtah...
Hey, winna got it, s'not, y'know, canyer havanother, sumwut, y'know, trunder hard ter understandjer, y'know?
Draaaaa ma koooooool
Ah, s'got it now, fram der waggit, anna cam over, to junker.
Goss ta fanner, y'know.
Tren' to gunna 'spensive wine, y'know, tryin' ta havin show a mush, paint an' a mask, an' wisper, it's a scene, innit?
Hmmmmm. Taaaaaaaaalk nooooooormaaal pleeeeeeease!
Hoo, hoo, lissen ta pa donda lord a siff an' talken twa put it na twice an' rannit, ha! Y'know, jus', y'know. Hmmff, sh'ya.
Ooh, s'a grebbeg fucken li'saber, innit, cammen ta pug ma trouble, y'know, betta gedda premmit an' babber!
FEEE KOH RAAAAH!
Ya w'l, sum-da-wise, gotta go, wuk wiff, fren a Mick's, n'do it again, y'know.
Look... seriously, what are you on about?
Hof, wunna bab, not a seezy wan a—
Talk normal or die, you half-dead, coked-out maniac! <hack, slash, hack, slash>
Urrrrgh... nom'un dyin', y'know, 's a sort of deff, yeh.
. o O (I wonder, if I resurrected him as a Sith zombie, would anyone notice?)