Ash frantically waved his robotic hand. "OOOH! OOOH! OOOH! MISTER JOHNSON PICK ME! PICK ME!" Ash lowered down his right arm, as he used it to fiddle with his necklace. "When are we getting paid? Can we get MORE than 50,000 Universal Credit Units? I'd like more! Yeah, you should pay us more! Oh, is there any form of sugar, or synthesized sugar that we can get here!? I want that now. OOOH! OOOH! MISTER JOHNSON! MISTER JOHNSON! Uhm..." Ash paused after frantically barraging with his series of questions. He moved his seat a bit back, "Oh! OH! Mister Johnson! I'm going to skin the ENKI guys alive. I need new rugs!" Ash slammed his head down on the table, as he peered down in the table, speaking in a melancholic tone. "I lost one of my human skinned rugs, I need some to replace them. But..." Ash began bawling, as tears began to flow onto the table, "IT W-W-W-WON'T REPLACE THE ONES IN MY HEAAAART!" Ash shook his head as he continued crying, he then immediately brought his head up. "OOH!" He brought up his metallic hand as he began frantically waving it again, "Can I put the guy in a highly elaborate Death Trap!? Like in Saw!? Like I'll totally set up the razor and stuff, it'll take a looooong time to set up, so I may get bored and just shoot him instead..." 

Ash scratched his head as he glanced around, "Oh!" Ash eagerly raised his left index finger as he beamed a smile, "You guys we see that newest Horror Movie before we go to brutally murder that meanie-head?" Ash glanced at the group as emphasized his next point, "NO GIRLS ALLOWED THOUGH. MY SENSORS REVEAL THAT THEY HAVE A HIGHLY ADVANCED CONTAGION, "COOTIES". I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH A CONTAGION TO SPREAD AMONG US!" Ash said that in a highly demanding tone of voice, before he calmed down, kinda. "I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, WANNA SEEE IT! I'MMA GONNA WATCH IT. YEAH. I'LL WATCH IT BEFORE WE GO OUT! Though killing is fuuuun..." Ash lowered his head onto the table, as he began tapping it with his left finger. "Ho... hum. Which one to do first?" Ash then looked at Mister Johnson, "Oooh! Mister Johnson! Why are you called Mister Johnson? I'm going to call you Duke Radical." Ash glanced to the rest of the group, "Guys, do you want to call him..." Ash put on a bland, uninterested face, "Dull Ol' Mister Johnson? OR..." Ash played a bit of air guitar, "DUKE RADICAL!?"