Greetings and salutations. You've successfully arrived at the bloody disgusting network.

The passage of time will now bring you to something strange, unique, and idiosyncratic.

Have a good time.

What was your special order?

He read it, offered it was clear.

What was it?

Bring back life form. Priority one. What was it? From the

priority one. All other priorities should send it.

From the distant moon of LV- 426 to the other distant moon of LV-223

We are Halloween. Just like the door, I got you there.

You're just like the floor all I got to do. I'm walking down the corridor of the Ariga, hearing the metal clink of my shoes as my

military boots hit each sewer grate. They come across a door. What's that say on it?

I seven. Huh, sounds familiar. I look at my forearm. Eight. I always thought I had that tattoo because it's my favorite number. I wonder if there's a connection.

Walk on in. Looks like a scene from hell. Cryotubes everywhere, of all manner of deformities.

I approached the first one.

Some condensation is for me on the glass.

What can this be? Is it some bastardized version of me? Perhaps a precursor to me? I wipe off the

condensation and I... Oh wait, no, it's just my friend in Chicago.

You know, I know this guy.

He usually has an X-files poster behind him.

Who is that in this cryot tank?

And maybe he wants to join me today.

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