"Well, well, if it isn’t the self-proclaimed protectors of the galaxy. How quaint. You do realize you’re fighting a losing battle, don’t you? Wealth is power, and I have more than you can possibly fathom.

Look around! This planet’s resources are mine now, every gem, every ounce of energy, every last drop of value. And you? You’re just pesky little gnats buzzing around my empire.

But I’ll give you credit—there’s a certain charm to your defiance. It’s almost cute. Almost. Now, why don’t you hand over those fancy Morphers and call it a day? Think of it as a donation to a much worthier cause—my cause!

No? Still stubborn? Fine. Have it your way. But don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Minions! Show these paupers what true wealth can do!"

"You Rangers have no idea. My reverse Z wave will shatter the Galaxy itself. It will destroy every trace of goodness leaving only evil to thrive. Then i will profit off of the universe as we imbark on a galaxy wide war!"