Earth transforms into a living canvas for intergalactic graffiti artists who want to plug us into a power grid and use us as living batteries even though they can all do credible singing impressions of Ethel Merman who tend to stutter under pressure when confronted by a slap to the side of the head with a large fish , but scientists create a new weapon which does not work and then they kill us all.
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