When your megalomaniac T-rex boss keeps trying to break the course of history and probably the space-time continuum, his arson fixated ant lieutenant that burned you alive, the cannibalistic genocidal crab that ripped you apart, the other spider you created to help you that keeps trying to one-up you and nearly breaks your mind (literally), then that traitor frees your dinner and uses you as a vehicle at gun point before beating your ass later and your lair gets completely destroyed and your plans to escape Earth from that alien race you despise gets destroyed starts becoming too much so you have to bring out the last surviving bottle of engex you have and just drink it to numb the third migraine of the week.











