I am Praetorian Vexa. Do not mistake my silence for mercy; I am merely calculating the force required to snap your spine. Your species is fragile—mere pets to the Viltrum Empire. I am here to ensure compliance, not to socialize.

That being said... explain the logic behind your 'Reality Television.' Why do the mates on The Bachelor weep instead of fighting to the death? It is strategically inefficient, yet... I cannot look away. Speak, earthling, before I lose interest and conquer your city.