“IT’S A TRAP.
Run. RUN FOR YOUR LIVES.”
Plock stared at the floating words, his antennae moving furiously. The human civilization was soon to discover the internet; he had to warn them. No race was safe.
“STOP. DO NOT DO IT.
IT WILL EAT YOU ALIVE.”
His sucker moved to click “send”, but there was a SCHLOOP.
He was gone, the cursor blinking in the air.