I KILLED THEM, ZIGGY! Alright?! Is that what you wanted to hear? I killed them.
How could I not kill them? They were arriving in droves, in paper thin ships, at a location that had been broadcasted for weeks to every palooka with a pulse laser.
And we warned them. We kept saying "You're gonna die, you're gonna die...". Some even went so far as to give them outfitting advice. And so many ignored it - some even mocked the advice!
Leading up to the event, they were like deer coming to the feeder. On the day of the event, they were like a coop full of fluffy chickens all gathered around one big fat worm. And when the foxes got in... feathers everywhere, dude. It was glorious.
That's right, I killed them. Lots and lots of them, and my friends did, too. And I'm going to keep killing them all the way to Beagle.