My body inhibits the earth. Your horror fuels my hunger. The dirt grows damp with the guts of the population. Feed me your intestines. Dirt and blood. Feed me your fear. Scum of the galaxy. I must exterminate. Mechanically grinding to the core. Molton lava flows above, through the veins of the earth. Spewing toxic gas into the atmosphere. Several earthlings are crushed beneath the flying debris. The few who remain are beamed into the heart for dissection.