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car racin' through outerspacin'! galaxy of ants attack! attack! stomp forth you kill with me lots o' legs running free outerspacin' all night i don't think i can fight. i let down my followers, they seem to have turned on me. i'll convince them that my late night race only helps our reputation. attack attack here they come, run forth! fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight! (where'd giles go?) From Letras Mania