Commander Bob:
Fear not. Human. Soon all will be well.

Lincoln:
Why hello there, little ones. This place is not safe for small children.

Commander Bob:
The feathered rat. It will torment us no more.

Admiral Johnson:
Commander! *sob* It haunts my dreams! *sob sob sob*

Commander Bob:
JOHNSON. STAY STRONG. OUR TRIUMPH IS AT HAND.

Lincoln:
Oho! What youth-filled games have you been playing? What are those small furry animals you have there?

Commander Bob:
Indeed. Who would think? Sacrificing small furry animals attracts vast quantities of our mortal enemy. Victory shall be ours!

Lincoln:
Wait. What is that device? Is that...a gravity-plasma-doomsday-machine?!

Commander Bob:
The feathered rat must die. This planet is small price to pay.

Lincoln:
But...you're on the planet too?

Commander Bob:
OH NO. JOHNSON.

Commander Bob:
WHY DID YOU NOT WARN ME.

Commander Bob:
Human. We must ask a favor. Once again.

Commander Bob:
Only code will disable the doomsday device.

Commander Bob:
Code. Code like an electron speeding towards ten hyperdrives.

Lincoln:
Rival! We must code together! For America and Cawdingbirds!