I am an artificial being called a Galerian. I was created by Dorothy, my Mother. Galerians are cloned from dead humans from Michelangelo Memorial Hospital. We have chromosome abnormalities that allow us to withstand the rigor of drugs to open our minds and use our psychic powers.
We are, therefore, the bettered race.
[He gives him a winning smile, that just really looks kind of smarmy because he can't smile with his eyes.]