my second

[avariced]

[faraway growls, grumblings, and the loud ruckus of a lot of junk being rifled through precedes the real meat and potatoes of this voice feed. the alien words are translated out once Larfleeze picks up his NV-ring.]

--ere, here...Chatty, chatty stupid ring. Chatty stupid ring-people on my network...mine. Hhrr-!

[a loud squeal of metal getting crunched and compacted.] No, no, no...Not this...[thoom, thoom, thoom...Larfleeze grunts and grumbles. a tink-tink of his claws on metal.]

I need...land. Yes. That's it. More land. More of...