[Szayel shifted a bit as he finished his transformation, having to shrink his wings down far too much in order to fit in the room. He could hear the house creaking and the power dampeners doubling their work output to compensate, but he was too pissed off to care.]

It's not about the vibrator. You have repeatedly insulted me, and not even vivisecting you has taught you a lesson. Clearly I need to be much more direct with my punishment.

[Those wings are getting closer; better come up with a plan quick, or you're going to be an early dinner.]