Attention all Buggers....

Smith, Kara, Chris (and Seymour?) looked back at the mortally
wounded heap that used to be thier beloved Blue Dwarf.
Smith finally summed it up in one of his characteristically inane
attempts at conversation.
"Well. This sucks royally dunnit?"
No-one else spoke.
"Hey Smith," began Chris.
"Yeah?"
"I realize this may be a bit stupid, but dont you still have a few
hundred expendable TB's ready to attack on command?"
To exited to speak, Smith grabbed control of the TB control remote.
"Attention all TINYBUGGERSIBUILDAWHILEAGO! You may have noticed that
the ship your in is falling apart. Do not be alarmed. You may also
have noticed many massive insectoid critters shooting people. This
is something you SHOULD be alarmed about! You cannot prevent the
ships, destruction. This is inevitable. You cannot destroy the
Hymenoptra, since that is also inevitable. These are your final
instructions as your Grand and Supreme Commander: GIVE 'EM HELL!"
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