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