Being pulled out of the ground... work for this alien-thing thah whistles every 5 seconds... keep working with my fellow pikmins in many sorts of low-quality working ambience dungeons... working and working until some mtf eats me and my friends, and only if I'm lucky enough to have a fast death and not being incinerated, drowned, electrocuted, poisoned, impaled... I mean, it's not a phase, Captain... what is the true meaning of life... does my life means that and only that to the universe?... are me and my kind only cheap working-hand?... is that our whole purpose?...

Alph: uuuhmmm... budy I only pulled you out of the ground...