"Program this!" I yelled in frustration, picking up his crystal ball and smashing it on the ground. "So what do you think of that, huh?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I am not programmed to answer such a question."
"Of course, you're not," I said sarcastically.
I turned around to leave, but was stopped by two warriors. They drew their swords, intending to fight me if they must.
It seemed I may have made someone angry by destroying that crystal ball. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. But I was just so frustrated. (And who wouldn't want to do something like that, anyway?)
