Trouble's a brewin'

As Vinny and his three new bodyguards walked down the corridor, they
came across a scutter painted in red. It tried to wack at Vinny's
knees. Vinny just gave it one big kick and sent it flying down the
corridor. They continued walking.
More scutters in red came down the corridor and tried to attack the
four men. "What the hell is all this about!?" Vinny yelled. A
scutter whirred at him. "A revolution, eh? I'll tell ya what, why
don't you work for me. Everyone on Vinny Soprano's payroll gets
treated like a king. How would you like these old flesh sacks to work
for you for once." All the scutters whirred in approval. "First off,
we've got to get rid of this red paint. Just won't do. If you're
with Vinny Soprano, you've gotta have style and class."
L'ontar, Dean, and Armer were floating in Parrot's trying to get a
beer. A large group of scutters in tuxedos came in. Tom walked in
behind them, "Awright, 'ere's how we're goin' ta do this. Everyone is
goin' ta line up nice an' pretty. Then, we're going to march down to
cargo bay 18 an' start buildin' the stage for Mr. Soprano's concert.
Get it!"
"Aw, bugger off!" a voice came from the back of the bar. "Who's gonna
make us? The scutters? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Several of the patrons
joined in on the laughter. The scutters circled around them. An arc
of electricity flew from each of their heads and into the laughing
crew members. The men shook violently before collapsing to the
ground, unconcious.
"Any more question?" Tom asked.
"I've never in my life seen a scutter do that," Armer said after the
sobering sight.
"Anyone else wanna smell like bacon?" Everyone shook their heads.
"Then I suggest you start makin' a line and get ready to do some work."