Once I get this crate of mimes delivered to that dudes house I will have the ULTIMATE WEAPON!!!
Land Mimes, everywhere.
Waiting, lurking.
No one is safe.
That’s bad news, bad news indeed. Now that you earthers have discovered the destructive power of crates I have to alert my homeworld.
You’ve crossed a threshold. They’ll deploy an assessor immediately to determine whether you pose a threat to the rest of the universe. The assessor will be here in three standard years.
Of course, a standard year is about 200 of your years, so maybe you’ll figure out how to defend yourselves by then.