Dearly beloved, I’ve been asked to say a few words.
Look, I want cool costumes, technobabble, and someone pondering humanity’s place in the universe.
Info to save you time, money, and sanity.
Like even the crappy boring stuff.
Those goddamn bugs keep whacking us and sucking our brains out.
Because if anyone understood what we were saying, there wouldn’t be CliffsNotes.
You need to understand the giant space insect before you can understand yourself.
Marginally more than absolutely nothing.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
Because undead seal mammals love supernatural noir.