BING!

The alert on the subcutaneous transcranial alert mechanism aroused Narboza from his regeneration schedule.  

BING! BING!  BING!

Three more times it went off, and now he was annoyed.

With a tap on the side of his head he brought up the retinal display that was fused directly into the Sardangian version of an optical nerve, showing several alerts, all coming through various human social media streams, claiming to be him.  "Humans are food!" one of them said, while another blared out, "Soylent green is people!"  The latter was a reference he did not understand, but the next alert that popped up amused him.  It was a picture of Narboza holding up a book entitled 'To Serve Man!"  A classic.

He tapped the side of his head once more and then moaned out the words, "Silence, two hours", turning off the alerts for that length of time so that he could get back to his regeneration.

If humans thought that Sardangians were here merely to eat them, then there was little to be concerned about.  It meant they had no idea.