[A rusty red droid walks the streets, arms with a large blaster and eery glowing red eyes. He doesn't look nice. In fact, he isn't nice at all. Except to his Master of course, since it's his master.]

Statement: The meatbags in this city are so primitive! Look at these buildings, I could destroy one with one blast!

[Looking around... OH! There's a meatbag!]

Query: Where is the nearest spaceport, meatbag?

Threatening Addendum: Answer quickly or I will be forced to show you how squishy your meatbag insides are.