Program This!

"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?)