OH GOD! They're back! The scratching, the moaning, there's blood everywhere! I'm all out of bullets! If anyone can hear this transmission, save yourselves!
His Dark Majesty, unable to move to his preferred region due to this crisis, and unsatisfied that the region he currently is in is strongly discouraging superweapons due to foolish cure ideas, asks if there are any regions of the universe in which the Metallic Horde's superweapons can be discharged without controversy and whose inhabitants will be willing to aid the Metallic Horde in bombing the zombies to oblivion using their own superweapons. His Dark Majesty forewarns any such region with a sensible extermination policy that he may only move the Metallic Horde to said region for the duration of this crisis.
All Hail the Glorious Leader of the Metallic Horde of Hora-Quan, His Dark Majesty Metal Kor! We have killed billions, conquered thousands of worlds! Do not worry, for your defeat shall come as well! Asch kar dragkt narghzh Kor umugrhad!