Hey. I'd like to tell you a short story, one that happened to me just yesterday.

Anyway, I was on patrol, just casually cruising around my perimeter, when I got a distress call from from the planet of Fasces-88, a small sphere, a moon of the toxic giant of Turning Point, overgrown with jungles and forests, and famous for its swamps. The locals had supposedly witnessed some ruffian disturbing the old abandoned temple there and I was sent to investigate, due to my proximity to the incident.

Anyway, once I got there, sure enough, there was someone there. I came closer, feeling the dreadful gut feeling of pure hatred seep through every part of my body. I had no doubts about who this "robber" was. The red hue of his blade only cemented my deduction. He turned around.

"Leave, before you regret it!", he blurted out the corny threat. "In the name of the Republic, I order you to lay down your lightsaber, SITH!"... My words were followed by an uncomfortable silence and what I could only describe as a look of disgust on the young Zabrak's face. The guy, who must have been no more than 25 years old, hit me, out of the blue, with this exchange:

-Ummm, excuse me? Did you just call me a" Sith?
-Well yeah, that's what you are...
-Oh, I see! Just because my lightsaber is bloody red, I must be a Sith! You'll also probably say that simply because I've been taken by the Dark Side and my soul only harbors hate and greed, I'm one of them!
-Listen, I am not a member of the Sith Order, established after the One Hundred-Year Darkness, which follows a rigorous hierarchy of student-teacher relations and, after splitting and later turning to demonise the Jedi, is solely based on the idea of dominating and enslaving all who are weaker than them. Look, I'm as pro-Republic as they come, but you deluded Jedi need to look at both sides of the Force!
-Uhhh...
-Well, are you also going yo tell me that, of all people, Count Dooku is a Sith?!
-Well, yeah...
-Lies! Jedi lies! This just proves that the Jedi Order are the real Sith! How dare you call us such a derogatory term?!
-Then what am I supposed to call you?
-What about Gray Jedis, worried about the onslaught of corruption and the inevitable fall of the system due to inherent flaws in democracy!?
-Hol up.
-What?

That was when I had had enough. I Force Pulled his blade out of his hand and quickly zapped him with some lightning.
-Oh, you're using Force Lightning? - he wailed, as I bagged his weapon - those are Sith tactics! You're just like them!

Anyway, I took the "maverick" to my ship, where I prepared to take off for Coruscant. Still not giving up, he commanded:
-Let me go, anti-zabrakian! I know Char' Li Kir'k of Turning Point! You won't get away with this!

-R2, fetch me my drink!

The Droid passed me my Zenboogie, which I proceeded to deliberately splash on my detainee, finally shutting him up.