I’m alive. Again. But my friends are gone. Butchered by the devil, destroyed by men of metal, piles of scrap at my hands. The bug queen burned for what she did, burned to save Earth. My planet. My home. Paradise lost, but not all is lost. If I can come back, the Mutanimals, then... maybe?
[a growl] I will fight, because I do it well. I leave
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