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When our story left off
Vyraxus lifted into space
with the intergalactic police
giving close chase.

What's going through his mind
as he breaks up through the atmosphere?
You cannot see through his eyes
the assassin is the master of surprise.

In hyper drive, Vyraxus strives.
When he catches fire, he cuts like knives.
They're closin' in, he's running thin
but if you think he's done, you don't know him.
He flicks a switch, son of a bi***.
He's disappeared, his mission's cleared.
Where did he fly, why won't he die?

He's wanted in five galaxies.
His price is high, but worth the Gs.
If your name's on his list
you will be dearly missed.

He's out of fuel, doesn't lose his cool.
Stops on a dime near Modus Prime.
He takes down his ship through the atmosphere
no place to land, dead landing gear.
Crash in a swamp, swim up for air
mud in his lungs, he doesn't care.
Dart in his neck, poisonous gel
he wakes up in a swampy cell.

Enter the thing, its voice a-gurgling
Vyraxus from the ceiling grabs its dorsal fin.
The fight ensues
all gore and ooze
Vyraxus struts out with slightly dirtied shoes.
Guns at his hip, commandeers a ship
while the angry fishy things gurgle and gasp.

What's going through his mind
as he breaks up through the atmosphere?
You cannot see through his eyes
the assassin is the master of surprise.

To him death is a favor
and life is just a flavor
to be cleansed from the tongue
before the final meal.

Always to be continued.