"I was planning to! Don't worry. Hmmm... it seems like some of your friends aren't here, though. No matter! I'll just... ahem..."
Not Steve coughed a little bit, before speaking. His voice was loud, booming, so utterly all-encompassing so as to encompass the entire Daemon's stomach lining.
"Being blunt, I am the... as you humans call me, 'Daemon Centipede' in which you have chosen to take refuge."
"I have taken the body of a human resident of this place by manually inserting my biomass into your food supply, knowing your annoying skills you humans call Dogma would warn you of any direct attacks on my part as a... Daemon attack."
"In case you didn't understand, or simply didn't know, I will explain: I am not a mindless beast. I am very aware. I am very conscious, and very much have thoughts and feelings of my own! Crazy, right? But you know what's crazier? The fact that the things I swallowed are like... alive! So crazy, right? You weren't supposed to be alive, but you are, nailing things into my stomach, harvesting resources from me... so crazy!"
Not Steve coughed again.
"Sorry about that folks. Anyways, it took a few centuries for me to gain intelligent thought. A few centuries of you guys in my body, walking around, falling into my acid, giving me your biomass and junk. But enough of that! Here's the thing... You're not supposed to be here. Not alive, at least. That's unnatural. Isn't it? It is, trust me."
"So, in the next... 24 or so human hours, I will be taking actions to eliminate you. That's all!"
Not Steve coughed again. His voice returned to normal.
"There we go! That explain everything concisely? I'm still getting down the 'EXPLANATION' part of your human speech."