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Written on an index card. The Earth has unlikely saviors. ;)
Quexiprchn was about to hit the button. Another day, another planet to annihilate.
Just before his tentacle spelled doom for the planet below, his transmission sensor picked up a stray piece of communications feed from the planet below.
"And here's a blast from the recent past... No Strings Attached. *NSYNC. KROK radio."
As Quexiprchn heard the resulting transmission, he paused.
No planet that could produce such music warranted destruction.
He moved on. And Earth never knew that it was half a second away from being space debris.
Just before his tentacle spelled doom for the planet below, his transmission sensor picked up a stray piece of communications feed from the planet below.
"And here's a blast from the recent past... No Strings Attached. *NSYNC. KROK radio."
As Quexiprchn heard the resulting transmission, he paused.
No planet that could produce such music warranted destruction.
He moved on. And Earth never knew that it was half a second away from being space debris.