Bask Om flew his Dogosse Giar up to a neutral space colony. "Damn, I love being an Earthnoid," he said, punching a Spacenoid child as he climbed out. "If we gas Sides 1,2,3,5,6, and Axis there will be less than 2 billion people left" said Jamitov; "Shut up libtard" came the reply from behind a veil of cigar smoke. “Please colonel,” said the nebbish admiral, “Axis and the Sides are the ancestral homes of the Spacenoid people, where they have lived in an entirely peaceful utopia for generations. They don’t even know what war is.”
“Sounds like NEWTYPE NONSENSE to me,” guffawed Bask, his very presence introducing G3 gases into the colony as he cracked a vintage Earth beer. “This is TITANS territory now, boy,” he proclaimed before ordering the Inle to be unleashed on an unarmed dissident colony. The colony residents scattered in terror, sheltering their nonbinary cybernewtype prostitutes from the beams and slurs that now ripped through the cylinder. “Kek,” said Bask, stuffing Jamitov’s Earthnoid space resettlement plan into Gryps II. “This is based. Wait until Anon Babble hears about this.”