Doragon bôru Z: Sûpâ saiyajin da Son Gokû1991

Angila:
[after the air is purified for Lord Slug's troops to breathe freely] They're like children. Give them some air to breathe and they're happy.

Dorodabo:
It's still too hot for my taste.

Metamacha:
Heh heh heh. It's all that insulation you have. You're as thick as a building. This is nice tropical weather, yes... warm enough to keep my toes from getting numb but still cold enough to kill the Earthlings.

Dorodabo:
Yeah, and soon they'll be dropping like flies.

Metamacha:
Nothing like a little home improvement.

Dorodabo:
Yeah.