We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. Hello, little man. I will destroy you! Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them?

Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Why yes! Thanks for noticing. You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?

Who are you, my warranty?! You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.

Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. I’m a thing.

You lived before you met me?! You lived before you met me?! Why yes! Thanks for noticing. It’s toe-tappingly tragic!

Do a flip! You don’t know how to do any of those. You’re going to do his laundry? And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab