BEGIN ALIEN TRANSMISSION : how many times must we tell you foolish humans how doomed you are?! If we had a crygolomite for every we told you how doomed you are, WE WOULD HAVE SO MANY CRYGOLOMITES! Ha HA! No one can stop us from harvesting all of this rich imperial stout brewed with vanilla, cacao nib, and cinnamon from your planet! No one! Not even the man in the silver mountain! We are the master of the puppets! Muhah! Oh wait... Oh no. Are we out of fuel?! Oh no. Reload! Or just Load! Gimme fuel! Gimme fire! Gimme that which I desire! END ALIEN TRANSMISSION