Listen, you puny organic.

Get me some slagging icons. I want them. And they'd better be amazing, too. Not that they'll ever be able to reflect me truly, but you're going to try or I'll be forced to use these lasers on you, and neither of us want that, hmm~?

Icons, remember that. And while you're at it, a bar of that what do you call it again? chocolate stuff. And a drink with the little colored organic pulp thinige in it.