Behold, the Moonrock Men!
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Beings of unfathomable strength and size hewn from the living rocks of the moon. At over 30 feet in height, my legions of Moonrock Men are more than a match for an feeble Earth-bound device. Tanks are no match for their superior armored rockskin. I have blessed them with a portion of my intelligence so as to grant them the ability to outwit even your most gifted of strategists. And here on the moon they are so lithe as to be considered the jaguars of Luna. Nothing can save you, humanity. We will start our attack by first bombarding you with boulders hurled from the moon by my Moonrock Men. Shortly thereafter we will land on your pitiful planet. Know, then, the falling comets are portents of doom!
Also, c'mon, guys. We're supposed to be the future dictators of humanity. Cut the in-fighting. It only makes us seem petty.
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O spare us great LunaFreak your petty complaints of infighting. It was Pinky...oh, I'm sorry, I'm supposed to use his new name aren't I? It was "Cetaceon" that altered the magnetic field of the earth that time, and sent my elite Hawkman recon cadre off in a thousand wrong directions. I had Hawkmen in China, Hawkmen in Narobi, Hawkmen in Cleveland. It took me 3 weeks to recover all of my elite recon Hawkmen. I won't even mention the poor Hawkman squadron that ended up in Antarctica. Cetaceon's response!?? "I guess you'll have to call them Penguinmen" and then he did that terrible little chirping laugh of his...
BASTARD.
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