beacon

send a signal. all forces are aligned and ready.
but, sir, the bugs have jammed all of our communications.
don't bother me with details, son, just do it.
sir! the bugs! they're massing!
dammit, where, private?
sir, in the basement! they're coming up the air shafts!
break out the particle beam disintegrators, now boy.
my god! there's millions of 'em, sir! we're cut off!
hand me that weapon. and where's my cigar? we're gonna have some fun tonight