# want some candy what large menacing shapes with vague outlines often ask in-scene with a retro electronically distorted voice as they lurch out of 'advanced darkness' if fellow researchers ever hear such requests by for instance invisible eight foot biohunters from other worlds politely reply 'no thank you' then immediately run away like screaming scientific stoats acting like ir stones have just been cleanly sliced off by crab faced laser-katana wielding midnight urban biosynth alien data ninja // republic of bob