X: I didn't say.. oh my god what the fuck all is going on..
Y: All very difficult to explain, and especially what with me using such a fragile system to communicate. You somehow managed to sever my cortices from my generators.. really a one in a million shot, as you say, you know, one twenty one, but that's beside the point.
X: Bob, look, this really is not funny to me, you just got done telling me to.. tell you wife and kids you love them for chrissakes, and-
Y: He's dead, he's winked out, I'm sorry, it's me, I don't have a designation, I haven't earned one yet, so, you know, you'll need to just bear with me here. Thankfully this fellow Bob has a lot of information stored in his cortex on human anatomy, and he's equipped with a communicator of some kind. You'd be shocked at how rare all that is. Really. Hard to come by.
X: Stop it, goddamn you!
Y: You're right, I need to go. Here's what you'll do, you're going to get up and hold together the two parts of what used to be my head and you're going to do it until you don't need to anymore. You're going to do this because I said so and because if you don't, we'll open up a contained black hole just above your planet and let the hole fill up. You understand?
X: You want me to-
Y: Attaboy. Get up. There we are. Yes. Yes, you're doing just right.
Unidentified: We're done here. Just a moment, please. Take this.
X: What is it?
Unidentified: It's a device that lets whoever you choose talk to us. Don't use it yourself, trust me, you're no chieftain. One twenty one.
Z: Alright, and here we are, there on the floor is, uhm, well.. Gerry, where's the subject?
X: You need to see this.