You aren’t the best dressed person in this bar, bro. You’re not even the best dressed person waiting outside this women’s restroom for no one in particular!
Evil Army General: Hawktuahtron, state your prime directive.
Hawktuahtron: *bzzr-zerp* SPIT. ON. THAT. THANG.
Imprisoned, balding scientist: dear god, what have we done?!