Filing his external fangs Boris fixed his beady eyes on this over-sized amoeba. 'Friends? And end up like Gavin here? What planet are you from?'
'A better one than yours. Seems like this one's messed up,' the alien said as he pointed a stubby tentacle through the window at the wasteland of crumbling shells, and the screams of Bytrode souls in conflict.
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