Is this thing on?
Seriously. Is it on? I’m not getting any neural feedback.
You humans are so odd. You are human aren’t you? Why don’t you just implant a microphone in your scull — there’s lots of room. That way the rest of the world could hear the same voice you do.
Oh yeah, you don’t sound like that. Right. Everybody says that when they hear their recorded voice the first time. It’s so predictable.
But just imagine what it was like for us before we improved the speaker systems in our bonded polycarbide armor — our voices always came out so screechy and monotone. Here, let me play you an old recording:
Oh that’s terrifying, isn’t it?
I mean, if we had deep booming voices like that Darth Vader dude, it would be frightening. But as it was, we sounded like the Chipmunks after a crack cocaine and peyote button binge. Gonzo alien invasion.
Don’t worry, I’d never probe you.
Of course I’m being sarcastic. That’s what we do. We probe you bastards every chance we get. Not only is it fun, we know you hate it. (Well, all but 10% of you.)
Frankly, we just can’t trust a species that can survive without mechanical and electronic augmentation.
Well naturally, that’s why we introduced the Internet to your planet. You don’t think you apes came up with it do you? The iPod too.
What is wrong with you? Don’t you understand sarcasm? Are you brain-damaged or something?
I’m sorry. You do work for the government, don’t you?
I see you’ve discovered how to open my armor. Well, let me tell you’re in for a surprise. Yes, I’m one of the most attractive women you’ve ever met Jimbo. I only use Sean Connery’s voice pattern because it sounds cool whenever I use the letter ‘s’.
Yes, sarcasm again. I’m actually a little green blob, and the armor just makes me feel big. And shiny. Just like a forty-year-old account exec in his Hummer.
I see you’ve got the outer carapace open. Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.