vader, with poise and elegance, gliding like a caped shadow: alert my star destroyer to prepare for my arrival

kylo, slipping down the hallway like a 4 year old in socks: PREPARE MY SHIP!!

vader, calmly and professionally: there will be a substantial reward for the one who finds the millennium falcon

kylo, hysterically having a meltdown in front of the entire fleet: blow that piece of junk—OUTTA THE SKY!