You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million years I didn’t enjoy at all. After that I went into sort of a decline.
There you are, your own number on your very own door. And behind that door, your very own office! Welcome to the team, DZ-015
Alright, I’ll go get a bucket.
Greetings, Starfighter. You have been recruited by the Star League to defend the Frontier against Xur and the Ko-dan Armada.
This must be what going mad feels like.
When I told them what I saw, they got very quiet, and looked at me with great, quiet eyes. Quiet can tell you so much. Until they looked at me that way, I was certain that I had seen what I had seen. Dead certain. Of course, I hadn’t. It was just that my life had become a nightmare, so naturally I saw the sort of things that inhabit a nightmare world. I saw a monster. When I told them that, they got very quiet.
This nest of vipers, this spawn of the atom, the fenced-in and secret gathering of monsters alien to all humanity and to all God’s creation!
The major cities of the world are being destroyed, one-by-one by the monsters: Moscow by Rodan, Peking by Mothra, London by Manda, Paris by Baragon. And, here’s a special news bulletin. Godzilla is now in New York City. The city is being invaded by Godzilla!
I can’t believe that Godzilla was the only surviving member of its species… But if we continue conducting nuclear tests, it’s possible that another Godzilla might appear somewhere in the world again.
I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.
I’d give real money if he’d shut up.
The Knurrs came from the voodvork out.
Where are we going?
Planet Ten!
When are we going?
Real soon!
Yeah. See, we plan ahead, that way we don’t do anything right now.
Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future!
1996 is the past.
April the 4th, 1984. To the past, or to the future. To an age when thought is free. From the Age of Big Brother, from the Age of the Thought Police, from a dead man… greetings.
Wait a minute, this is the future. Where are all the phaser guns?
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