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.