Y/N: let me guess the Jedi were perfect gentleman paid there bill in full and left with no fuss
Nute gunray: No! They skip out on there bill! They steel from the cash register! They break Rupert the authentic redneck robot!
Y/N: No Sh!t. Doing business with a Jedi? I'd sooner higher sand people to babysit my kids.
Nute gunray: No! That's terrible idea!
Y/N: That was sarcasm you imbecile!
(Sigh) I'm sending regional manager Darth Zash. She will ensure that your space hooters function at the highest level of operational efficiency while maintaining a deep rooted commitment to customer satisfaction she'll take care of your Jedi problem.
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Y/N: and by the way. What kind of wood polish did you use on This table? Murphy's oil soap? That sheen is ridiculous. Send a bottle or whatever it is back with Zash.
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Worker: I say screw that guy, Mon!
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Y/N: I heard that! Read my lips YOUR FIRED!!
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Worker:................ Damd it!