# alien deaders aka zombaliens watch out dear researcher these mothers not only bite they ain't even from earth not that modem big scientists automatically distrust beings not from earth especially since this is already an impossibly distant beautiful and sentient alien planet but still if and when one finds themselves in deep existential trouble with the tentacle faced undead call '555 biofreak removal operatives' toll free today our operators are trained to understand intense ongoing existential panic calls even while one is facing the process of being consumed andor somehow horribly absorbed by moldy flesh eating space tentacles spewing forth from the open face plate of recently deceased inner data space astronauts from below rnd level d82 recent recorded call as follows operator swanson: good morning this is hardcore biofreak removal operatives operator swanson speaking how may we help you researcher one screaming: helparrrrg - zombaliensinmyface operator: you do - you have - ok just give me your address - oh wait one second please let's bring up your membership details first - ah yes we can see you've recently upgraded to our derp sorry 'deluxe extra rescue package' standard bad sci fi survival-error scenario 'b' no sir not to worry hardcore biofreak removal operative team 'one' that is myself spoon and warbeast will be with you in sixty seconds researcher one: wow spoon and warbeast thanks that's a real load off our modem scientific mindarrrrrggg queue hard bright sounds of bioarmor-piercing chain blister cannons ricocheting off dirty smart concrete way down on rnd level d82 spoon and warbeast then burst through the ceiling in heavy purple laser mech gear splattering the nearest member of zombalien horde beneath ir massive titanium ceramic feet tiny darkness piercing orange warning lights on ir rocket shoulders illuminate scene in such a way that fills trapped researchers with fresh clean super armored confidence now with competitive rescue prices featuring excess hyper violet 80's cyberpunk anime stylistics swanson unfortunately gets ir armor snagged on a load bearing beam and has to be helped down // republic of bob