“What was it you guys said? We humans are ’ugly’? Trash that would sell out anybody if our family’s been taken hostage? Ha! Sounds like you’re real familiar with that little ploy. You’re right. Humans will do ANYTHING for their families."
"Fancy...intro I suppose." Cross seemed unimpressed by the display, seeming to focus more on the meal he spawned from the ether. A plate of Fehttuchini Alfredo pasta, he used his Psionic Powers to hold out anothee plate to the supposed "King of Sodium Chloride". The name amused him but more in it's uniqueness than it's absurdity. He had many titles over his eons of existence, and yet this one seemed to take the cake in terms of randomness. "Would you like some pasta? I made it myself."
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