Lt. Jeremy White was not having a good day in the slightest. 
"Yes sir, we have one of the robots."
"You managed to capture one?"
"No sir, it, uh, it came willingly."
"Well then, lieutenant, how do you know it's not planning something? At least tell me you stationed some security on the damn thing!"
"Er, well, you see, with all due respect, sir..."
The lieutenant scratched his head, wondering how best to put this.
"...It's really big and we don't want to piss it off."
There was a long pause.
"Has it done anything?"
"Not directly, no."
"What in the [i]hell[/i] is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, it, uh..."
He looked out the window, watching the holographic crewmen going about their business as a faint glow played across the bridge windows.
"...It's been staring at us, sir. For hours. It's beginning to have an impact on morale."
[b]"TOUCHDOOOOOWN!"[/b]
"Lieutenant, what was that?"
"That's the robot, sir. It does that whenever they get a home-run at the baseball field."
"Look, just- just keep it there while I discuss this with the higher-ups."
"Yessir."
No, Lt. White was not having a very good day at all.