Now, as for you, Mr. General-with-the-stinky-attitude, if you don't wanna suffer anymore, then I suggest you apologize and give us back our Dragon Balls, and I mean this minute.
I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, the Dragon Balls don't belong to me. They belong to Dr. Myuu, who is their sole proprietor. They are an integral part of his grand plan to conquer the galaxy.
Eheh heh heh. Why did you decide to start walking rather than continue to crawl? And then why did you venture into space rather than continue to walk? Progress, my little friend. Natural evolution. Just as the inferior beings of this planet were replaced by our robot mutants, so too does forward progress dictate that this must happen throughout the galaxy. Dr. Myuu is the grand conductor of this orchestration, and there is nothing you can do to stop him! The strong must flourish and the weak must perish!
You cannot beat us because you are a race of individuals, each with his own selfish motives. We live for one purpose alone. Our energies are focused, yours are scattered. We cooperate with one another. You do not. Your race is inferior, and it must die!