**"GROG! What's going on up there?! Why are you in webs and who was that strange, dark Insectian in the Command Center of the 2XL+? Grog, can you hear me?"**

**"Commander... where am I? The Away Team is in terrible seismic danger Sir, and we... AAUGHAA!! Commander, BEANIES right behind you!"**

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**"GROG! Listen to me... everything is going to be fine... we'll get you out of this place, I swear it, but I need you to be calm and stop the stress-oozing that your race suffers under great duress...your helmet will flood..."**

"Very touching Commander, but hardly true! You will NEVER leave this place! Soldiers, take our 'Census Representatives' to the bean mines, and escort our Grog friend to his appointment with
The Plushinator!