[The crab's computer scans the crater where the mountain and abandoned base once sat: "No lifeforms detected".]
I've spent years trying to cleanse the cosmos of that spiny, blue speed freak, and you did it... in one afternoon.
There's nothing we can't destroy together, my boy.
Charting route to G.U.N. headquarters in London, sirs. ETA: four hours, as the crab flies.
By all accounts, we're ahead of schedule. We should take this time to get to know each other better.
Wow, what...? You mean... spend some qu-qu-qu... ality time?
You've waited for this your whole life. How would you choose to spend one perfect day with your new grand pal?

