Schmektor
ok.... remember how Vrill did it? He brought some chick with him. The chick touched Croatius, then the massive drill dude killed the chick.
We need a chick with a magic death touch. Rob has all but told us... no wait, he did tell us to leave or die... and he told us as Rob, not just as Vrill. Let's swallow some pride and walk. Another day Vrill.
Rob, scratch my previous post. I turn and head back the way we came... through the path that ZOM-G carved.
"I gotta go see a man about a horse..."
I start walkin'.