"The saucer's sensor is picking up significant radiation levels all around you, Crypto. Either Gastro's gout is acting up, or there must be fuel rods nearby."

"Ah, Albion, where the sun never sets and the natives never floss."

"Oh, sure, point out that I'm dead again. It just gets funnier every 50th time you do it, doesn't it?"

"Crypto, If you can hear me, meet me in the park. It seems that treacherous human's damaged some of your equipment. No, I'm not referring your new "package"!"

"Crypto! You found all the Nexus Crystals! And I owe Gastro a fiver."

"I shall continue my repairs on the saucer, and then I shall... I don't know, order a virtual pizza or something. Brains, I hate this."