Droid: "This bowl contains a substance my sensors cannot identify as food. Please wait here, and I will bring you one of today's specials."
Yoda: [grabs edge of bowl] "Ignorant machine! Not on menu, my food ever is. Made special for me, was this!"
Droid: [starts tug-of-war over bowl] "Preliminary readings cannot confirm the edibility of the contents of this bowl. Please wait here, and I will bring you one of today's specials."
Yoda: [whaps droid with cane] "Back! Mine! Go away!"
Droid: "You are bound to enjoy today's special. Baked dru'un slices in fish sauce. Wait here, and I will bring you some." [Yoda hits droid again; tug-of-war results in bowl shattering and contents flying everywhere] [with satisfaction] "Oh, dear, a spill. Let me clean that up for you."