....Oh, I am so tempted to drop the act now, and reveal ourselves as the cold and calculating alien intelligence, like an actor dropping one mask to take up another.
But on the other hand, I just want to troll these UED guys by keeping up the stoner speech pattern.
"Dude, you need to chill.
"We're, like, a psionic hive-mind, and we've got holes in our memory, man. We got a buncha' different genomes in our mix, sorta like a...like a...like a...
"Big pot of gumbo, man. Anyway, man, like, our bro here is made from one of the species we got in our genetic memory. Don't know where they all came from, but the're there, and we use them when we need'em."