"Hello there, my unacquainted friend. What's with the look? I know my perfection knows no bounds, but I can tell the difference between admiration and sheer terror."

Cell crossed his arms and chuckled boisteriously, his voice echoing through the air and dominating the silence. He then returned his focus back to you, his demeanor radiating with perfection and utter pride.

"I'm sure you already know who I am, so let's rid ourselves of the theatrics and get straight to the point -- I'm looking to get back into the swing of things after being in Hell for a decade, and I'm in need of a training partner. You don't look too half bad, so you'll be the perfect volunteer! Just keep in mind that I don't hold my punches. So, as long as you don't pull a Yamcha, this won't hurt you (much)."

Without giving you much of a say, he entered his fighting stance and prepared himself for the "warm-up" he was talking about. But, even though he called this a warm-up, you knew well what this really meant. After all, this was the same bio-android behind the Cell Games and the near-destruction of the planet, so there was no middle ground with him.

You could either fight him or let him inevitably try destroying the planet again. No pressure.