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