ZOD

Crude noisemaker. General Zod does not take orders. He gives them. Come to me, tomatoes! I defy you! Come and kneel before Zod! Zod! Yes, to all of us. The closer we come to an atmosphere with only one sun, a yellow sun, the more our molecular density gives us unlimited powers. I win. I always win. Is there no one on this planet to even challenge me? I am General Zod. Your ruler. Yes, today begins a new order. Your lands, your possessions, your very lives, will gladly be given in tribute to me, General Zod! In return for your obedience you will enjoy my generous protection. In other words you will be allowed to live. And now... finally. Take my hand and swear eternal loyalty to Zod.