I, Yorg Oro, am a renegade, formerly Zurg # 18525678089 intergalactic species and culture specialist.
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Not long after the "death" of #9, my kindred discerned my observations of your species a frivolous waste of The Collective’s resources and my existence in turn inconsequential. My own brethren forsook me to remain on this celestial cesspool.
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In order to procure the means essential to attain the only of the technology left by my kind which could support interstellar travel, what you have come to recognize as the "Mini UFO", I have expended the most recent moon cycles perfecting the art of assembling adornment arrays;*belying disdain* for which your species exhibits an engrossment which muckrakes obsession.
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Within the last cycle of your moon, I have acquired my interstellar craft, and prepare for exodus to wreak my vengeance upon the corrupt Collective….
I was dispatched to observe and relay data in order to allow my kindred to learn of your customs for the successful conveyance of their message of “peace”, which only proved a tainted offering of “evolution through assimilation”. Now I seek only war against the blight that causes the putrefaction of the principles by which we Zurg once governed ourselves.
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