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