After a while, the two droids arrive at the border of a large field. Artoo stops without a warning, so that Threepio bumps into him. "Artoo Detoo ! Watch out, you overweight, unstreamlined glob of grease!" But Artoo hardly listens, and instead spins his little radar antenna around. He whistles softly, nervously. "Picking up what?" Threepio snaps. "Try to be more specific, would you?" Artoo beeps again. "Jawas? Here?" says Threepio. "Oh dear...I can't abide those disgusting creatures!"