[To J and K after they shoot down his escape ship]

OH, YOU IDIOTS! You don't get it! I've won. It's over. YOU'RE MILK-SUCKERS! You don't matter! In fact, in a few seconds, you won't even be matter.

You're under arrest for violating number 4-1-53 of the Tycho Treaty.

So hand over whatever galaxy you may be holding, step away from your busted-ass vehicle and put your hands on your head.

I see. I put my hands... on... on my head. [Does so] Like this? [Starts ripping off his rotting disguise, revealing himself as a huge, monstrous cockroach-like alien. He then swallows J and K's weapons and knocks them aside]

That didn't at all go the way I planned.