"Ok, that was uncalled for..." He pounced on XenoM-1, and sent his Inner Jaw into her neck. "No mercy from me," he said. "Not even for the ladies. I'll have you know tha-...." He felt something cold and gooey spreading across his back. He clawed at it, trying to get it off, but it only spread to his hand. He looked at it. It was a black, sticky thing, and it seemed to be alive. "It's cold! It's cold!" gasped Xeht. It was now incasing his entire body, and Xeht, feeling a sudden burst of strenght and hostility, let out a frightning scream like only a Predalien could. He ran off into the air ducts, finding his way into another room. A bathroom, he examined. He looked in the mirror. The black thing, whatever it was, had fully covered him, and it laced him with silver lines along the muscels and left silver rings around where different different layers of skin were exposed. (To get and idea, look at my avi. The silver lining is were ever the skin changes, such as on his ribs.) The crate, he realized, must have had this thing in it, and when he was thrown into it, he broke the crate and released it. He crawled back to the cargo hold, and thankfully, there wasn't any more. XenoM-1 was still there.
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Godzilla vs. Zilla: The perfect way to advertise the PSP game.