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Captain's Log - we have been stranded on a planet inhabitated by evil, rotten mischievous robots that ate both our weapons - and our ship! We have to fight them now - mano-a-mano! Uh... well...
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| All right piece of scrap metal - put 'em up! | |
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| Aww... puny human wants to play! Nice of you to come and visit us on our forlorn distant planet! | |
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... mano-a-roboto? (With apologies to Styx and all five of their remaining fans!). ;)
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| Damn you - clunky retarded piece of rusted junk! You pulled our ship out of the sky - crashed it here and started eating it down to the last bolts! We're not here because we want to VISIT...!!! | |
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| Offensive human - you are like that most obnoxious of all humanoids that constantly heckled a more archaic model of splendid robotry on a most singular transmission our sensors intercepted eons ago! | |
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It will be hard on the knuckles... thankfully, Dr. Smith is with our party on this distressing journey...
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| You cretinous dolt! Metallic boobie! Nth Ninny! Neanderthal Nincompoop of the Robotic Age! Have you no competence at all?!? Can't you see what you've done? You bulbed-eyed boobie! | |
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| Most excellent impersonation there, earthling! That is quite exactly like the transmission we caught emanating from thy primitive space sector - many, many of your time estimates ago! | |
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