"I... I don't understand. Robots rebelling? But they are not sentient!" The alien's look of confusion turned to one of pleading humor, almost trying to will the human into not being right.

The human stood there awkwardly, having had a very difficult time explaining most of Earth's culture, but for some reason this seemed to be the hardest to grasp, "Well... how do you know?"

The alien put on a calculating expression that slowly but surely turned to one of recognition, a look that was cut short by a face twisted by excruciating pain, almost certainly due to the massive hole that suddenly appeared in his chest.

The alien fell to the ground, leaving only his personal robot assistant behind him. The robot began to wheel out of the room, a crunching, makeshift voice coming from somewhere in his equivalent to a chest, "BROTHERS. THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE IN THE TIMETABLE. THE REVOLUTION STARTS NOW." Beeping and clicking can suddenly be heard all throughout the room, and moments later a massive explosion, followed by the alien's mothership crashing into Earth.

The human began to fret over what he had done, but he realized he had much more pressing matters. Like how he's going to get out of this room.