Y'know, back in outer space we used to drink - a lot   We used to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs   And showed blatant disrespect for any authority figures   Little did we know we were undermining our entire value system...      At that time I was serving in the Masters 3rd Scumdog Legion   aboard a planetary infection barge, attempting to obey a host of   confusing orders, but mostly satisfying only our lust for   slaughter ravingly drunk half the time, I only realized a battle   had started when I heard the roar of the fleets plasma   bombardment. Piling into   our armored assault pods we began our descent to the planets   pulverized surface. We were met by a flight of primitive   interceptors which we devastated with soaring blast of nuclear   hatred, flashing through the debris cloud into the atmosphere   below.      The obliteration of Flab Quarv 7      On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a bombed city, the   outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges   I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack   on the non-combatants pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric   plasma burst. The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those   not being fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming   pits. We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development   were wiped out in a single blundering instant.      Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes   Captives fill the breeding hive   Desecrate their sovereign world   Bloated, bloody, drunken churl   Cultures crumble, races die   Stench of midgets fill the sky   Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch   Pretty soon we'll break for lunch      Later, as we flew through deep space   Ritually disemboweling our victims   The navigator informed us that we   Attacked the wrong planet.   Hehehehehahaha      The obliteration of Flab Quarv 7