"I will win for human kind," Gannicus agrees moodily and with complete sincerity as he lifted another hot dog to take a savage bite. He chews for a moment, brow creased in thought as he contemplated what Dave had said about his brother.

"What power do these fucking people call upon," He wonders aloud, eyes fixed on some distant spot as he speaks around his hot dog, "To conjure living corpses with faces of those we hold to heart?"