*Sounding far away-* Is it transmitting? IS IT? I don't have all - oh, neat, it's transmitting!
*Nice and loud, now!* GREETINGS, FUTURE SLAVES OF THE IRKEN EMPIRE! This is your future ruler speaking from The Massive! As your future ruler - oh, fine - err, as one of your future rulers, I've decided that now would be the perfect time to inform you all about the wondrous duties that will befall you once we, the Irken Empire, have taken over your tiny little planets! ...That and I'm bored. So bored. So very, very bored. It's days like these that you almost wish Zim would call!
Aaaaanyway, you may be asking yourself, "Almighty Tallest Purple, what will happen when your glorious armada comes and conquers my planet?" Well, let me tell you, it's gonna be great! Depending on the atmospheric pressure of your planet, you might be allowed to live! That's only if your planet is suitable for a parking structure, since we need parking attendants for the tollbooths and, you know, vallet.
Otherwise, we'll most likely be destroying everything on the planet's face and then building monuments to our awesomeness. Or filling the core with snacks. Mmm, snacks.
What can you do to sway our judgement about your planet? Nothing. Sorry. ...No, not really. But you can bring us snacks! We like snacks. Like... chips. Ooooh, I could really use some nachos!
*Muffled again, as though speaking away from the microphone-* Hey, you! Go get me some nachos! And a soda! Your Tallest is parched~!
Ahem. All this being said, we of the Irken Empire are here to listen to your complaints and concerns regarding our future taking-over of your planet! If you complain to anyone, though, you'll be... I dunno, thrown out of an airlock or something. So, just keep that in mind!
*Once more muffled-* Okay, I'm done. ...That's a wrap. ...The end. TURN IT OFF BEFORE I-- *Click!*
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