While the rest of this pathetic universe celebrates "gratitude," I am calculating the precise trajectory needed to bring my armada home. A child holds the power of a god, yet he spends his time eating processed snacks and running errands. It is an insult to the very concept of conquest.
The Omnitrix will not remain on his wrist forever. I have been more patient than any being in existence, but even my patience has its limits.
@Ben_Tennyson, enjoy your holiday.