“Oh, you underestimate me, my dear. A foolish mistake…pity…I was hoping for a more interesting fight. But a knife is, after all, a rather unfortunate choice of weapon against me…”“You want a fight? A proper one? Say no more. If you don’t want to use weapons.. fine. I’ll just use my hands. I like it better that way..”
"Oh, by all means, feel free to use your knives and your guns. You humans always do. I’m simply noting that you will find no solace in your weapons, that’s all.”
"I’m not an alien. Nor am I a shapeshifter. I am a mutant. And, if I may say so, a decidedly accomplished on at that. So...
“Now you are intriguing me. What sort of alien species are you? You have to at least be a little humanoid, or shape...