Traveler: Hey, Rasputin. Wake up. Rasputin: What do you want, fatass? Traveler: Look at what I made. They're the guardians I was talking about, they're basically like superhumans. With space magic. Rasputin: That's gross. Keep them away from me. Traveler: What? Why? They're really cool, and it looks like they wanna meet you! Rasputin: wait wat Traveler: Yeah, they're headed to your bunker right now. A whole lot of em too. Maybe they wanna be friends? Rasputin: What the -blam!- is a friend? Whatever. I told you I want nothing to do with these assholes. Deploying Frames. Traveler: What the hell are frames? Rasputin: They're killbots. Ever seen Terminator? Traveler: Rasputin, no. Rasputin: Rasputin, yes. Traveler: Dude! They're killing all my guardians! Why are you such an asshole?! Rasputin: I wake up from a nap to find a bunch of douchebags with guns and space magic marching all over my territory and [i]I'M[/i] the asshole? Nah son. Traveler: They just wanted to talk to you! You can help restore the golden age! Rasputin: And? Screw your guardians. Obviously my frames are better. They killed like, all of them. Traveler: Except for... 9. Rasputin: 9? God dammit. Okay. Time to use that one thing I know I'm not supposed to use. Traveler: Which is? Rasputin: It's called SIVA. It's a highly infective nano technology that looks like angry twizzlers. Really cool stuff. Traveler: Don't use that. Rasputin: Okay. Traveler: Really? Rasputin: No. SIVA usage authorized. Traveler: God dammit. Rasputin: Haaa! Look, it's infecting all their shit! Take that, you stu- OUCH!! SON OF A BITCH! Traveler: What? What happened? Rasputin: They blew up a stupid bomb in the God damn replication chamber. I can't activate SIVA anymore. This sucks. Traveler: Ha! In your face! Told ya, Guardians are badass. Rasputin: There's one left. And he's crying. Traveler: It's tears of joy. Rasputin: Whatever you say. I'm going back to sleep.