Greets humans

*sighs*

Idiots, forever idiots.

*prepares to Alpha Strike the planet, uses ships broadcast system*

LISTEN UP, BIGOTS AND NEUTRALS ALIKE,YOU HAVE 3 HOURS TO ABANDON THE CURRENT PLANET, THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND FINAL WARNING, LEAVE, NOW, LEST YOU BE BLASTED TO SMITHEREENS BY PLASMA FIRE!

YOU HAVE BEN WARNED!

*Drinks a soda*

Dammed idiots, just had to be in my planet, of all the ones in the universe.

*Alpha Stike loaded*

Now, we wait.

 

W-- What is this ?!
Puts the flask down with a bang

 

*tunes up radio*

YA HAD YOUR CHANCE, SEE YA NEVER!

*Fires Alpha Strike, decimating the surface*

*Sigh*
3 hours and nothing?Hope friendly fire wasn't to be had...

Such a waste

*sips*

 

Evacuated into my ship in the meantime

 

*I sit lazily in my ship, laying down on the couch.*
Would'ya look at all these people who wanna kill ya! Maybe being a lil' nicer to tha' other creatures n' races down yonder would merit ya' some allies and whatnot. Seems like ya' got a whole lotta opposition! Probably should share somma' that whiskey with us as well while yer' at it... Or not. I'll jus' sit here an' enjoy tha' show. Watcha get stabbed by a buncha those plant-thingies.
*I then get up to go make some bonbons and grab some generic soda brand from the fridge.*

 

Out of the blue, Lord Tybalt and his fleet of a thousand enslaved Avian Pirate Ships appear at the atmosphere's border. The enslaved Avians slip into their space suits and float towards the Alpha Strike and deploy bombs across the surface.

 

R̜͐̈́e̺̘͚̙̬͕̠̋m̏̈́̉͒̊ͨ҉͉̜̮̫̝̤̗e̤̣̰̟m̬̲̤̭͙͉ͫ̈́̍ͯ̽̑̚b̬̹͉ͣ̀e͖͈̬͖̜͋͗͊ͤ͜r̄͘ ̥̺͇̩̖̫̺ͣ͛ͪ̇w̯̫͋̈̿h̹̭̘͙ͮͣa̠̭̔ͅt̙̮͈̟͍̑ ̷̮̻͕̘̮̊̑͂̔ͧI̵ͫͤͨ̓ͮ ̅̂͛͠s͉̥͚̞̺͖̥a̛̻̪͈̘̙͆͋ͤ͑̍̔ͭͅͅi̡̞͚͎̗̾͐̇̆d̔͏͕͇̞̪ͅ,͚͎̊̔̽ͩ̔͘ ̓͠h͖̠ụ̝̰̼̭ͅm̡̖̗̩̦̮͉̞͐ͦ͋̏̈́̐̇ȧ̟̪̠̓̀ͫ̏̄n̳̠̻͈̐̌̀͂̑ͮ̕.̗̈ͣ̔̽.͍̮̫̲̮̠͈ͧ͊ͣ̀.̑͗͌

H̸̲͕̥̟̮͙͎ͮm̖̠̩͙̼̈́̉̔ͅͅh͇̫̗̟͙ͮ͒͊ͮm̛̟̱̺̲̳̃͋ͬͫḧ̷̹̣͕̰͗ͥ̄m̞̗̳̜̥ͣ̾̈́̃ͤ͡ĥ̖̪̻̥̰̠̒̒͊ͯ̚͡m̐̒ͬh̞̫ͤ̓͌̎̈́ͫͅm̟̰͗̄̇̋͝m͙̪̼̟̪ͥͤ̆̄ͪ͡m̫͖̫̱͟!̮͕̻̙͒̌ͩ͆̾̚


~END OF MYSTERIOUS TRANSMISSION~

 

Frustrated

I got this and you're not getting my whisky! Sip[DOUBLEPOST=1418633106][/DOUBLEPOST]To all damned creatures wanting to kill me. We can compromise! Just keep your filthy animal spacescrap away from me!
Throws the whisky bottle at the wall infuriated

 

I don't remember asking for your Floran mumbling! Sip

 

*peeks my beak out of my den to see and hear all the commotion*
Ohhhhh noooo...back in my den, real quick!
Lord Tybalt, drop me one of those cute enslaved Avians to my rescueee!
Together we're gonna peck the whiskey human's eyes out!! >=3

 

Oh, what's this? Another aspiring villain, looking to muscle in my piece of space?
Silly human. Don't you know? every possible sci-fi scenario ends up with robot overlords ruling all?
Educate yourself @1:34

 

Your reference though.
I'll take everything out, remember that.