[ IP ] Survival of the Fittest

`` Alright, guys,'' Jack Saturnblade says to his men through the blizzard. `` You see that? That's a giant fucking alien. We're gon na kill it. Marsblood, how's the battery life on the companion spheres?'' 
 
 `` Most of them should be at around 80 %, right now, so, uh, fire away, boys,'' Marsblood says. 
 
 `` Hold it,'' Saturnblade says. `` We may need to use our intergalactic halberds. I'm not gon na ask all of you for a dissertation, but we need a little bit of a plan.'' 
 
 The beast roars, its large, open beak yielding a bunch of creepier, smaller beaks. Noise bounces across the invisible valley and shakes mountains. 
 
 `` See? That does n't sound too good. So, Private Plutofire, you're responsible for all of the companion spheres. You will lead them all into a laser beam charge. As these lasers are nuclear lasers, you alone should be able to knock the bajeesus out of that thing.'' 
 
 `` Yes sir,'' Private Plutofire replies, beckoning to each companion sphere. 
 
 `` However,'' Saturnblade says, `` since the lasers may not pack *enough* of a punch, the rest of us will stand at the ready with our intergalactic halberds. We will respect your remains.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Now, go.''
