ah, nostalgia. while being pelted by clutters, you run around being chased by melties and sharps, frosties inkies and torchies rolling around, a grinder crushing everything in its path, trying to sidestep lances from grays and biters and fuzzles, while there is some random glooples and stickies flying around and a lot of stuff fizzling on the floor. Then, some void eaters and horrors form. We're just missing some razor queens and queens .
alien: it's no use, they're far better equipped than we are!
me (alien captain): nevertheless, we must fight, till we can't fight anymore.
two seconds later, we're respawning.
me: I knew we should've ran.
get inside box
No, I don't think that will work.
move box
No, I don't think that will work.
jump on box
No, I don't think that will work.
hit box
No, I don't think that will work.
Get in box.
DING