Still. "Old. Friend." You've managed to kill just about everyone else. But like a poor marksman, you keep on missing the target. God. God, you have Genesis, but you don't have me. You were going to kill me, god. You're going to have to come down here, god. You're going to have to come down here.
In the states, at least, those are indications that you're in a place that's going to sell you an overpriced hamburger.
I suspect that, like myself, WAB was assuming these images made up some sort of word association combo.