No more improvisation for me, I’m done with this. From now on, I’m your parrot—just tell me what to say and I’ll say exactly that.

The security guys are right. There’s something horribly wrong with that Noodle Extruder.

[Off in the distance, an alien silhouette beckons to you. It’s her—the tall, slender thing from your dreams.]

...Come to think of it, most of her plans involved kicking things. There’s something a little sad about that.