"Come to the coast...", they said. "We'll have some seafood, kick back a few cold ones!" Stupid robots, I knew they were being a little too cordial. I did their stinking job, saved their entire soulless hive, and do they pay me? No, they set me up to be friggin' shrimp-on-the-friggin-barbie. And now they've got me talking in bad accents to boot.
Well here's a hearty 'G'Day mate!' to ya Nuke! You should've gotten your clams up front, never trust a robot, they're only in it for the the bottom line. Heh, get it, clams? I crack myself up. I should make a shell cracking joke but that last hit I took actually hurt.
I'm in trouble. Those giant lobsters keep pounding my skull with psi-waves. The crab is as tough as a tank with claws like power mauls, and that danged anemone, or whatever the heck it is, won't stop droning on and on.
Wait a sec, I bet he's the brains behind this ambush, take him out and their attack coordination hits the fan. Break out the butter, 'cause we're having seafood after all!