Freeza: Actually, it's pronounced "Earth", Daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy. [sparks shoot out of the cybernetics in his head]
King Cold: Really? But there's an "A" in it! I'll just keep calling it "E-arth".
Freeza: It doesn't really matter, anyway. Soon, it will have a new name: "Vacant Lot".
Brainiac: Only their knowledge was important. It is what I was programmed to collect and protect.
Superman: But why kill?
Brainiac: The fewer beings who have the knowledge, the more precious it becomes.
Brainiac: I repeat the process across the entire universe, until I have recorded all knowledge and destroyed all of creation.
Luthor: And then?
Brainiac: Then my program is complete. My function is fulfilled.
from a far distant world
In a large yellow ship
that blinked as it twirled.
It rounded the moon,
and entered our sky.
We knew they had come
but we didn't know why.
Bright the next morning,
with noisy commotion,
The ship slowly moved
out over the ocean.
It lowered a tube
and drained the whole sea
For transport back home
to their galaxy.
The tube then sucked up
the clouds and the air,
Causing no small amount
of Earthling despair.
With nothing to breathe,
we started to die.
"Help us! Please stop!"
was the public outcry.
A hatch opened up
and the aliens said,
"We're sorry to learn
that you will soon be dead,
But though you may find
this slightly macabre,
We prefer your extinction
to the loss of our job."
"Perhaps the aliens want hosts for their young, or food for a dying world," said Zarkendorf. "An ancient race could be trying to steal our organs to replace their own decaying flesh."
"But our different biology would make it impossible for aliens to breed with us," said Buster. "Likewise our flesh would be poisonous to them."
"Well then they want our women as slaves!" said Zarkendorf testily.
"Any race with the technology to cross interstellar distances would hardly need crude manual labor," said TuMok.
"Then they are hostages! The women will be held for ransom until we accede to the alien demands. That's it — they've come to steal our water!"
"But water can be mined from the Oort cloud or the Kuiper belt," said Proton. "They don't even have to land on Earth."
"THEN THEY'RE DOING IT BECAUSE THEY'RE MEAN AND NASTY!" roared Zarkendorf.
Rachel: We know they take over people's minds.
Ax: <Yes. And that is one of their great crimes. But the Yeerks are more than that. Yeerks are killers of worlds. Murderers of all life. Hated and feared throughout the galaxy. They are a plague that spreads from world to world, leaving nothing but desolation and slavery and misery in their wake.>
'What in Hells' name happened here?' I asked, aghast.
'The queen came to take what was owed her,' said the man, looking dazed. His flesh was spare and cracked, like leather. I was suddenly aware of the bones poking up under his skin.
'Debts? The orchards? The crop? Blast it, man, what did she come for? Why wreak such destruction across the whole land?'
'No,' gaped the man, 'That's what she came for.'
'What?' I said, with sudden realization.
'Everything,' said the man. I released him and he stumbled back to picking through the dirt. I covered my face with my scarf. The black rain fell. I didnt stay long."