Back in the control room, the squad leader had followed his 'orders' to the letter and let the incoming gas take him down, embracing death with a final, gut-wrenching mega-orgasm.

The base commander rushed along the corridors towards the control room, desperately looking for his goon-troopers along the way. He needed to organise a defense. But there were no troopers left to back him up. When he reached the control room he found himself faced with a dozen determined mind-bending gun-wielding aliens. So he did what no pre-programmed clone-tank goon-trooper would ever think of doing. He surrendered.