I am Hunhow of what the Yharnamite speaks of. Shame that your "technology" is below my... expectations. I had to take liberties of creating my bones, to hunt down those who plot and planned to defy me. My Conculysts, find these humans, rip their beating hearts from their chests....
*the t.v. blows up and six mechanical and bony machinations barges in ready to fight*