The ungudly abuminations multiplied twentyfold in mere hours, gnashing their gnarled dentata and puffing out those coarsely bristled cheeks.  The growls and grufflings bargled forth long and loudsome, trombonerous and chewbattic rumbunctions resonorating echoey through the corridrobes, surgeries and hauleyways.

Listen Now.

Lord Brannigan-7 relaxed briefly his pursed inner lips, and gave full chuffed splattering vent to the following liquid residue:

The research facility was reported destroyed by fire late in 2158.  The final transmission received by [email protected] read in its entirety: "The Vortex never ended."

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