The hell?

“And what do you want beast, aside from my country and to make my life a living Tartarus!?” Platinum had lost all of her patience long ago.

“Simple, I require your females in order to use their ovaries to power my super death-rays and starships, allowing me to travel to the Quabeck Sector to free the Rebekinicinas from the tyranny of the evil McDonalds Federation. Only through this can the nine Holy Clogs of Endless Discounts be acquired and used to purchase plutonium fuel cells at a third of the retail price, meaning that my time-traveling eighteen-wheeler can finally be used to transport grain in the seventeenth century Spain.”

Seriously though, what the hell?