| Y'know, back in outer space we used to drink - a lot | |
| We used to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs | |
| And showed blatant disrespect for any authority figures | |
| Little did we know we were undermining our entire value system... | |
| At that time | |
| I was serving in the | |
| Masters 3rd | |
| Scumdog Legion aboard a planetary infection barge, attempting to obey a host of confusing orders, but mostly satisfying only our lust for slaughter ravingly drunk half the time, | |
| I only realized a battle had started when | |
| I heard the roar of the fleets plasma bombardment. | |
| Piling into our armored assault pods we began our descent to the planets pulverized surface. | |
| We were met by a flight of primitive interceptors which we devastated with soaring blast of nuclear hatred, flashing through the debris cloud into the atmosphere below. | |
| The obliteration of | |
| Flab Quarv 7 | |
| On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a bombed city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges | |
| I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack on the non-combatants pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. | |
| The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits. | |
| We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development were wiped out in a single blundering instant. | |
| Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes | |
| Captives fill the breeding hive | |
| Desecrate their sovereign world | |
| Bloated, bloody, drunken churl | |
| Cultures crumble, races die | |
| Stench of midgets fill the sky | |
| Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch | |
| Pretty soon we'll break for lunch | |
| Later, as we flew through deep space | |
| Ritually disemboweling our victims | |
| The navigator informed us that we | |
| Attacked the wrong planet. | |
| Hehehehehahaha | |
| The obliteration of | |
| Flab Quarv 7 |
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