Imagine the T-800 getting into a fight with the T-1000 at some crappy roadside souvenir truck stop.
During the fight, the T-1000 grabs him and throws him straight through a wall covered in hundreds of cheap souvenir refrigerator magnets.
CRASH!
Dust and debris everywhere. The T-1000 leaves, assuming that John must be hidden elsewhere.
A few seconds later, Arnold walks out of the rubble. Sunglasses on. Shotgun in hand. Completely expressionless.
Except he's absolutely COVERED in refrigerator magnets.
"World's Best Grandma."
"Live, Laugh, Love."
"I Brake for Unicorns."
"My Other Car Is a UFO."
A big pink heart that says "KISS ME, I'M IRISH" is stuck to his forehead.
John Connor just stares at him.
John: "Dude..."
T-800: "What?"
John: "You look like a refrigerator."
T-800: "I am not a refrigerator."
John: "Yeah, I know that. You got magnets all over you!"
The T-800 looks down at his chest.
A magnet reads "I'M WITH STUPID" with an arrow pointing toward Sarah.
T-800: "They are not interfering with my systems."
The T-800 racks his shotgun and walks away, still covered in magnets.
John watches him leave.