You rebut the fiendish foo, easily.
You knew about TQ-05 before he did, you lived across the hall from her and was the first to hear that song.
It doesn't even matter because you'd have to be pretty out of touch with the common Sectoid to care about
such petty matters as liking eclectic music.
You accuse him of elitism. Exalting himself over the common mutant.
You note that he is clearly too apart from regular mutants and was obviously engineered by malevolent
extraterrestrial forces to distract from the assassinations of the leaders of the Gabronian race thus setting the groundwork
for an invasion force from space after a long journey. You proclaim to be the one preparing to repel the invasion and create an egalitarian society based on liberty, happiness, and the pursuit of yogurt.
Jebex, you're meter is almost full, there's no way he can top that pruzz.
He counters, if the eclectic music doesn't matter, why do
you know so much about it?
Clearly you invaded his mind with your psychic powers in order to exploit information that only he knows
because he's just that into the populist themes of MIDI-tin and you are seeking to decieve the followers
so you yourself can lead them into obvious slaughter and bloodshed.With proof of your psychic powers fresh in the minds of your audience he infers that you are yourself an extraterrestrial on a mission to destabilize the planet's infrastructure and suck the populace dry with your hidden proboscis.
Ohh, looks like he stole all your false credibility.
Furthermore, he sputters that the power structure of the hidden cabal is maintained by an even more hidden cabal made of
aliens like yourself who use the Sectoid populace as food while plannign a massive sacrifice to their incomprehensible
extagalactic eldrich overlord that comes to consume the minds and bodies of all Sectoids and you've come to tower 2 in
your unconvincing disguise for the explicit purpose of killing him and making sure that anyone who knows him cannot
possibly survive to relay the horrible truth that he exposed today. He begs the mutants to flee as soon as possible before
you strike and annihilate the complex by summonsing a solar tendril of the great master through the sigil on your skull and taking your dark secrets to their graves.
Jebex, his meter is almost full, you'll have to come up with something crazy fast,
the mutants could riot because of this maniac.
I can't even freaking believe it.
No matter how this ends, I win.
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