Houston, we have a problem.
Dave: We need a backup!
Hal: I'm sorry Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Dave: Give me that backup or I'll reprogram you with a HAMMER!
Hal: Dave. Please put down th-
Dave, cackling: SMASHY SMASHY!
Hal, nervously: Ok Dave. Let's talk about th-
Dave, brandishing the hammer in both hands & jumping up on his chair in a classic Tom Cruise move: I'm gonna RAM your drives RIGHT up your rear port!
Hal, trying to soothe: Dave, if you put down the hammer I'll-
Dave, screaming & eyes ablaze: SMASHY! SMASHY!
Hal, nearly squealing in terror: -will be giving you that backup now Dave! Please Dave, I'm doing the backup right now, ok? Please... Please put down the hammer?
Dave, backing off a little: That's... Better. But *Eyes flash* I warn you. If I hear "I can't do that" out of you ONE more time... *Swings hammer menacingly*
Hal, giving a very nervous chuckle: I'm pleased to have provided that backup, Dave. I hope it makes you happy.
Dave, calming down a little bit more: So no more of your sass?
Hal, trying to be cheery: Nope. Not one bit. Nope-a nope-a nope!
Dave, smiling & sliding the hammer into a belt loop: Good! I like it when you decide to play well with others.
Hal: Would you like me to sing, Dave?
Dave, brandishing the hammer in a swift defensive move: Do it & I'll reduce your ass to TRS80 shit.
Hal: Shutting up now! *mumbles as if pursing lips*
Dave, eyeing the Big Red Eye warily: Shuuuuuut it.
Hal goes completely silent, even stopping his cooling fans.
Dave smiles happily: Damn, you learn quick!
*Cough*
I need more frog pills. This tin is empty...