"Uurgh, what happened?"
"Sir, I see you've recovered from the operation."
"Operation? What operation?"
"I'm not surprised you don't remember sir, the last thing you said was 'Hold my beer, I want that Tyrannosaur's cigarette'"
"Ha! Did I get the cig?"
"What does it look like sir?"
"That's not a cigarette..."
"No sir, it's your arm, also the only part of you we recovered."
"So why do I have a claw instead?"
"We thought if we were replacing your organs with cybernetics you'd be disappointed if we didn't give you a claw."
"Good call."
"So, how long have I been out for?"
"...You've been on life support for several years sir, it took me five years alone to find a job and pay for all this. I'm afraid most of the team have left."
"I assume you've taken steps to replace them with some of the fiercest warriors out there?"
"Not only the fiercest sir, but also the most reasonably priced! If you follow me I'll show you the new team."
"First, the Motorbike-Wizard."
"Excellent! Tell me more."
"Well, I'm not sure he's what you're expecting sir."
"Bad robot! You've been misbehaving again!"
"SORRY MASTER"
"I'm glad I programmed you to feel pain."
"SO AM I MASTER"
"They are very good fighters."
"Now I'm going to have to tighten your nuts"
"...Honestly..."
"Fear not sir! Whilst most of them are still decommissioned and awaiting parts I did managed to get the heavy troopers operational."
"That reminds me sir, your new equipment is ready."
"Your armour has been strengthened, now a tyrannosaur should only be able to take off one limb."
"And your new weapon sir."
"This is just a lump of metal!"
"Press the button there sir, but ..."
"..be..."
"...careful."
"A rocket hammer?! That's completely over the top and impractical for battle!"
"Good work, I love it. Now let's find someone to fight."
"Thank you sir, as you say."