Leroy, 29 February 2000.
I am so lonely. All the other Viltrumites are scared of me. Noone talks to me. Noone wants to be my friend– They think I am unstable. They send me from planet to planet committing atrocities in their name. And as I get better at it, they fear me more and more. I am a victim of my own success. Conquest. I don’t even get a real name, only a purpose.
Lord Franko, 8 June 1999.
cars cars and more cars!!!, i cant afford them but”i can afford them, if you catch my drift”