Simon: Could you get me a beer from the refrigerator, please?
Janis: We're here as your security, Mr. Campos, not your servants.
Simon: I'm trying to brute force an encryption here. I don't have time to get up. I have even less time for explicating why said request should be obvious. So why don't you toddle off, get me a beer? It'll help me cogitate. That means "think."
Janis: That's a big word for such a little man.
Simon: I'm wounded. But I still want my beer.