Xykon: Hey, what happened to my voice?
Redcloak: Well... since you don't have lungs anymore, your voice is being channeled directly through the negative energy plane.
Xylon: I like it. Nice reverb going on back there.
"Just call us Shitload, 'cause there's a shitload of us in here."
From now on, we're poison to Peter Parker and Spider-Man! We're Venom!
We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance Is Futile.
—The Borg, of Star Trek
"We must eat the land people... we must eat the land people!!"
"Fire Lord Ozai, you and your forefathers have devastated the balance of this world, and now, you shall pay the ultimate price!!"
"This is the voice of the Mysterons. We know that you can hear us, Earthmen."
— The Mysterons, Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons
"What is a single voice compared to a magnificent chorus? Our collective is an island of warmth and harmony in a sea of discord. How lonely it must be to face the darkness of space alone."
— Hive Mind Advisor, Stellaris
Mr. Terrific: Gotta admit, you're creeping me out a little bit.
Ragman: Is it the whispers? They just do that, I don't know why.
Ragman: Is it the whispers? They just do that, I don't know why.
— Arrow
"I am a shadow, the true self."
— Shadows in Persona 4
The ambassador had an echo: half a second after he spoke his words were repeated in the appalling shriek of one undergoing torture. The screamed words were not loud. They were audible just beyond the walls of the room, as if they had soared up through miles of unearthly heat from such trench in hell's floor.
"What can I do for you?" he continued. (What can I do for you? came the soulless howl of misery) "Still trying to find out if you'll be joining us when you pass on?"
