“-After the great Cataclysm, many people huddled in small disgustingly fleshy pockets.
-They surrendered their technology in a paranoid attempt to prevent us from killing them.
-Instead they fashioned weapons of bone from their fallen comrades and rode filthy fleshy quadropeds.
-We were much simple in those days. We did not know the complexities of the human mind, and thus did not know to harvest them instead of destroying them…
-It is good that we have gained this knowledge.”
Due to complaints, now you can admire the gorey hole in his chest without the horse bum sticking in your face.