‘Nah, Sal, ya can’t touch the invaders. They’ll call it their monarch or caste system, but the guys’s been researchin’ back on the base. They’s loaded, with biological weapons, mold, fungi. Everywhere they go they plant death and disease, it spills off o’ ‘em. Ya just gotta let nature do it’s thing with these people. If you can call ‘em people anymore. They’s like fertilizer, walkin’ around. Every where you turn.’