ChCh-t Sayings

Insults Threats Brags Complaints Praise
Oh-oh, you're making plans. Now we're scared. You will feel our sting. You can't begin to compete with us. This competition is unfair. Unfair! I'm glad you're doing well and not somebody else.
You are no trouble. No trouble at all. We'll weave you inside our cocoon! Our hordes will march through your colony. Our drones are too few. We need hatchlets. My Queen sends her happiness!
Do you really think you could surpass us? Hah! When my mandibles squeeze, your throat will crack! This world will be ours! ARGH! When I am devoured, I will die happy knowing that I got to fight you.
You lead like an untrained hatchlet! We can slow down your progress. Our hive is clearly superior! We just want to build a few hives. Is that too much to hope for? Our soldiers salute you!
Skirineen have better insight. Any harm done to ChCh-t regions will be bad for you. You should just give everything to the ChCh-t! Let us stay quietly. We just want to watch. You are never idle.
Many are the ChCh-t! Very few are you. We have hordes. And our hordes need your land. Two more soldiers and we'll have a swarm. The hardships you've made for us! Oh! The horde is impressed.
You call that a colony? Ha! Provoke us and we'll storm all over you. ChCh-t factories never stop! Our production is slow. Our claws click in approval.
We can't wait to see your next mistake. YOU WILL LOSE! Our hive amasses much. Much of everything. The ChCh-t colony has so much wrong with it. Your worker drones never stop!
The Hives' production is unrivaled! We will not forget any of your threats. We can soon take this world. Please let us keep this planet! You've turned that colony into an efficient hive.
Your colonists are slugs. Relentless are Tech-t feet! Our claws have a strong hold on this world. The tech-t strategy is near hopeless now. You make our mandibles clatter with joy!
You build so slowly. We'll keep you way behind us. ChCh-t research is making fast discoveries. Everyone else is doing better. Don't forget how much the ChCh-t really, really like you!
Such a tiny, tiny colony. We will no longer hold back our power. Look at our colony. You'll tremble! Why can't our drones make more goods! You must be as happy a devoured drone.
That opposable thumb makes you weak. Time is wasting. So leave now. We ChCh-t are near victory! We're losing. You sure do have the claws for management.
Those territories are yours? Be careful. We are watching your progress. Seventeen times seven times seven and a half, new ChCh-t are born every month. Don't hurt us anymore. You've caught the compound eyes of the Queen.
Lazy! My hordes are targeting your colony. You expertly steer your drones to defeat. Ooooh…. Wow! Efficient!
You…mammal! Do not anger us. Clamor and weep. We grow fierce. We like our colony…so leave it be. Yikes! Nice Work.
Raising taxes won't even help you. We'll jump on your head. Twice. Only we can win. It gets worse and worse! What a sting you have!
You waste our time. Hurry up and lose. Our energy builds. But…But…But… Impressive. Really!
You selfish planet grabbing empire building freak! My stinger tail will give you a few new orifices. Praise the Queen! Our settlement is full of colonists. Why are you picking on us? How many workers you have. So, so many!
We see you're having a hard time. Aren't you? One attack to soften you up. A second attack to wipe you out! We have an exoskeleton. You have skin. I don't mean to whimper, but I just can't help it right now. Gloat. You deserve it.
You live too long. Oh, oh. The Queen doesn't like you anymore… My previous lives were nothing compared to this one. The Queen will devour us in disgrace! Oh…  
Worried leech? You should be. Give up. Or else. The Queen dreams about this new planet. My dreams die along with my drones…  
Hah, hah, double hah! I see you have limbs. For now. Remember enemy, ChCh-t eyes see everywhere! Hope is a thing without an exoskeleton.  
Our comedian drones find you a great source for one-liners.   No assembly lines work faster than the ChCh-t's!    
All new hatchlings get initiated by spitting on your picture.   It takes a real insect to conquer a world.    
You greasy, corpulent, worm!   Every tail is tipped with poison, and every had holds a laser!    
    This world was clearly meant to be ChCh-t!    

Last Updated on 1/8/99
By The Barney_Killer