Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. You are the last hope of the universe. Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.

Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. 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. She also liked to shut up!

Why not indeed! We’re also Santa Claus! I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved.

Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died.