(You're V)

V tears a drone's entrails out.

Grant:"No, No! Please don't feed me my own entrails in front of my family!"

N watches V feed Grant his own entrails in front of his family and kill him and the other bots run away, scared

V:"...And yet, I still feel nothing."

Her crazed eye twitches.

N:"So, V, uh, I heard this planet-wide toxic death storm is supposed to be especially inhospitable tonight-"