"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up there big brain. Cell waited all this time just for this fight?"
"After you died here, the human race had no one to protect itself from deadite invasion. The deadites have taken over the world. The human race is down to a couple hundred million. You are, indeed, Earth's last hope." He chuckles. "Cell wants to defeat you fair and square."
You seemed to be taken unconfortable with the job of saving the world.
"Are the only humans left: you bastards?"
"There's some human resistance still alive, but nothing for Cell to worry about." He looks down on his monitor and hits a couple buttons. "Alright! You are done my man. After two years and thirty billion dollars worth of research and development you are done!
"So much for the six million dollar man."
"Alright, time to run. Come on out Ash!"
