Destroy All Humans! 22006

Ivan Oranchov:
I don't get it. We blew that alien spacecraft out of the sky and yet the shriveled geriatric one still survived. These zhopas must be harder to kill than we thought.

KGB Agent:
I spit on them! Ptooey!

Ivan Oranchov:
Nonetheless, inform the Kremlin that we shall proceed with the operation as planned. Tell them we need as much Revelade as they can ship, as quickly as they can ship it.

KGB Agent:
Da, Agent Oranchov.

Ivan Oranchov:
And our American "distributor"?

KGB Agent:
He suspects nothing. In fact he seemed quite enthusiastic about whole idea. He thinks we'll be spreading revolution in a paper cup.

Ivan Oranchov:
And so we will. But not, I think, the sort he expects. Idealists.

KGB Agent:
I spit on them.

Ivan Oranchov:
Stalin, he understood. Ideas may start a revolution, but guns and gulags finish them. Well, no matter. Soon the citizens of Bay City will be embarking on a very bad trip.

[he laughs evilly while the KGB agent joins in]