"Master?" (curious)
"Yes my dear apprentice?" (annoyed)
"Need some help there?" (concerned)
"You just keep lookout. I am perfectly capable of hotwiring a speederbike without the help of interfering young padawans." (even more annoyed)
Sigh. "Yes Master." (resigned)
sssPHZZZZZT! (accompanied by the smell of burning flesh)
"Son of a Bitch!"