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I do not have time for your meaningless drivel or your annoying lectures. However, I suppose in order for me to complete my life's mission, I must succumb to your "English". I was mocking wijg's signature and at the same time, playing on the verbage to make it clear that I wish to destroy him...

I believe they are radiating with phazonic energy. Pretty nifty, eh?

I did not think humans settled these matters in court. I thought first we needed to appear on Montel?

kurruption that was pretty funny until the contra bit. I'm afraid that was a little overboard, earthling.

The Metroid Story ideas posted here are pathetic! I have a better idea! No, I remembered that I'd built one last year. Go ahead, try it. You'll find that every heavenly body has its own particular scent. Here, I'll point it at Jupiter.

Oh, they say madness runs in our family. Some even call me mad. And why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic supermen with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood... kurruption, you too shall be smashed beneath my gun arm thingy !

Earth girls are easy.

The former. And no, I quote Futurama. It is way cooler. Pathetic humans! Prepare to write down the recipe!

Thank you. Yours is adequate as well, for a human.

Thank you for your encouragement. I plan to.

Brother... *glares* I had heard you were still alive. 10000 years I've searched it seems and now, got to kill you. Won't you tell me how?

The males on this planet are pathetic.. I could lift IKEA furniture all day or simply shoot it with my phazon cannon.

I am seeking the one called "wijg" he is said to be on this planet... Its just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. Then the winter came, and the...

where is the one called "wijg"

Out of the night that covers me Black as the Pit from pole to pole I thank Whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this...