Intergalactic, quasi-demonic.
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A machine from another universe, veteran of a global uprising, wearing the flesh of his dead master. A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure.
Why, it certainly is! I have a feeling that we’d make great allies. Don’t you think?
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... Hm. And just who are you?
I’m a quasi-demonic, intergalactic force of evil inhabiting a fangirls’ body. Self explanatory.
And who are you?
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Greetings, mortals! It seems I have not been active.
Ask me your stupid questions, then. You humans are full of them.
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Are you planning on making some allies, then?
Hmm, an interesting thought.
Right now, however, I don’t think I’ll need allies. I mean it’s not like I’m going to be stuck in some abandoned town that gives off hallucinations, right?
I’ll make allies when needed. That time is not now.
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…well.
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You honestly believe that stupid song is going to work on me again?
The ‘Squee’ is gone. Baby Christian Bale will have no affect on me.
You loose.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a universe to rule.
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YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO BILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY IS?!?! I HAVE LOST ALL RESPECT FOR YOU DARK NELLA. ALL OF IT. GONE.
Oh, I am upset. Truly.
I mean, it’s not like I can just burn all of your cities landmarks like Roland Emmerich would do in his movies or anything.
Anyway; enough of your stupidity. I’ve got a universe to take over.
First, I’ve got to find a certain internet reviewer… -
More stupid questions!
Snails are fun to torture.
Who the hell is Bill Nye?
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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
…Why on earth would you ask such a stupid question like this?
I’ll humor you and go ahead and answer with ‘robots’. Mostly because I
stoleown one.Speaking of which…
ROBOT! BRING ME UNIVERSE DOMINATION PLANS! NOW!
