I have brought Mr. T here per your request.

Thank the goodness! Mr. T, you stop have the alien to being from taking Cid!

WHAT? I can't understand a word ya sayin', foo'!

I believe he is requesting you to save the Cids from the alien that abducted them.

Cids? I dunno what Cids are, sucka! Why should I save 'm?

The alien undoubtedly has some nefarious plot in mind to take over the world.

Well why didn't ya say so? In that case, I'd be my pleasure to throw them alien.

Hm, seems Mr. T is not to being affected by the troubles of speech.

What? Speak English, foo'!

He said that you are apparently not affected by the peculiar affliction that has befallen the people here, causing them to speak in grammatically unacceptable ways.

'course I'm not affected! I'm Mr. T, ain't nuttin' that'll affect me!

Or the speak of him maybe is to be too much messed up already. Anyway, we must being go to the Doppler!

Eh?

*sigh* Lun, you better to come along for the translating...

In Dr. Doppler's lab, located in another part of the HQ...

Macc? What is the matter being?

Take off every 'Van'!

But conversion is not the completed yet!

There no time more, you know what you doing. Mr. T, you having to be going into the van so us can putting motion in the plan.

What?

I believe Macc wishes you to enter your vehicle.

Sure thing... I ain't walkin' all the way to where them aliens is hidin' anyway. *enters his van* Hey, what did you foos do to my van!? And who are all these suckas in here?

Now! Move 'Van'! For great justice!

Here is going nothing... *pushes a button on a console, and Mr. T's van rockets through the ceiling*

What the... hey! I hate flyin'! Lemme out! Lemme out! I pity you foos!!!

It be all now in Mr. T's hands...

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