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They really messed up with the aliens. After finally arriving on an unknown planet in an unknown galaxy, they smelled so bad that the abundant life on the planet immediately disappeared. Oxygen vanished, and methane filled the atmosphere. On top of that, the sound wave from the Mega Rock Metal Concert arrived, killing half of the alien visitors and causing concussion in the others. Only Zverev-original, due to his complete lack of taste and smell, and the fact that the space in his skull intended for a brain was filled with glamour, was practically unharmed by the fall. But after falling, he broke 2 fingernails and had a hysterical fit. Recovering, he took the restoration of the aliens into his own hands, which inevitably signaled the creation of a pop alien race...
Хороший сон укрепляет боевой дух. Хорошая еда укрепляет боевой дух. Хорошие деньги укрепляют боевой дух. А больше всего укрепляет боевой дух - отсутствие врага.