“Alright then, Razinal Volclops. Your execution begins now.” “Okay, bye. Don’t remember me, it’s not worth it!” The alien smiled to himself as he was loaded into the spaceship via the magnetic conveyor belt that held his chair in place. “Can’t wait. Finally get to leave this bitch.” As the door was closing behind him, Razinal took a deep breath and screamed out, “Let’s fucking blow this popsicle stand, bitches!”