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