(recorded)

Things are certainly looking up for me... *light chuckle* I'm glad I kept that scrap of paper after all.

So that's the man my grandfather spoke of.

Can things get much worse? (sigh)

So I'm supposed to use this communicator...I'm not sure why. It seems pretty useless. As long as we're here, though...What are these strange beasts milling about?

They're rather stupid (they just walk straight into melee attacks) and lack leadership...Who is the one controlling them? Perhaps I can offer my services as a strategist to you.