Ratchet sneers. "Maybe you could just be quiet for a change, then, and not get us in trouble. I like the people here fine, but I feel like they might draw the line at finding out we're actually giant inorganic space aliens. Especially considering some of the first people they saw from another planet are now trying to colonize them.

"So, what, you want me to clean up the mess when you inevitably put your foot in it because you can't be bothered to remember human stuff? And in return I get... you not deliberately getting us murdered. Wow, what a fantastic deal."