Murder Hornets #3
Moist worked tirelessly in his basement lab, tinkering with the delicate strands of DNA. He wanted to create the perfect hybrid, a combination of insect and machine. His efforts paid off when he finally succeeded in hatching his banana-shaped rocket. It was a thing of beauty, a technological marvel that would take him to the stars.
But the journey was not without its perils. A meteor strike threatened to derail Moist's plans, but he was undeterred. He had a vision, and nothing would stand in his way. The Giant Chrome Hornets in Space would be a sensation, a triumph of human ingenuity over the forces of nature. As Moist prepared to launch his rocket, he could feel the weight of history on his shoulders. He was about to make his mark on the world, and nothing would ever be the same again.
Saliva's a Genius, I sang as I watched Moist's rocket soar into the heavens. It was a surreal moment, one that would be etched into my memory forever. I couldn't help but wonder what other wonders lay hidden in the depths of Moist's twisted mind. Language is a Virus, a contagion that spread through the universe, infecting everything it touched. But in Moist's hands, it had become something beautiful, something to be celebrated. I knew that I would never forget this moment, and that Giant Chrome Hornets in Space would go down in history as a masterpiece of human achievement.