"...He really must be endlessly more ignorant than we had suspected...poor Anubis: war torn and broken in half, laying there like some crippled Christ from the woes of being hunted by the Moon, all wolves are her prey - they belong in her domain. It is the wild, burning fire of Sol we steal. You are but one of the three we took the Long Way Down to Masak Mavdil. Poor fellow, he never really stood a chance..." Dr. ζ. smiles knowingly as he watches from the Skytower. Now to watch that 'vaccine' the remote psychotronic harassment satellites suggested he take rip him apart from the inside out...he's already deteriorating, losing his last grips upon a vessel he was never aligned properly with anyways... savage scratching at his skin from the inside.