(Speaking to one of his Angels.) Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you might have gone. Any new reports from Earth? ("No, sir. Nothing to report.") Oh really? And there aren't new attack strategies stolen from the Demons yet?

Apep, you know I respect you more than anything. But you must understand that what you are doing is wrong. These creatures may seem pathetic, worthless, but they think. They understand. Like us, they know the feelings of pain and anger, worry and stress, depression and hardship, as I have made them in design after us. ("No, you have made them in design after you, brother.") That may be so. If I made them more like you, they'd be ten times as stubborn as they are now.