With appologies to Sammuel L. Jackson
Aeron looked up as the feline alien entered the dormitory room. The droid made her an awkward little bob of a bow and shuffled out.
"Have you seen my lightsaber?" he demanded before she could speak.
"Why do you need it?" she responded.
"I want it," he answered plaintively.
"Oh no, I do not allow untrustworthy people to carry weapons on my ship." she protested, tail swishing back and forth.
"GIVE ME MY LIGHTSABER, WOMAN!" he bellowed.