Dalton

When the moon is blood red, and the planets of the Dremlak system align... Fill the spaceship up with the rocket fuel. Gather all the little warriors inside... Inject it with the juice and take the warriors to a level of power that cannot be reproduced. They will remember the Ultimate Warrior with the lawnmowers and the stampedes of raging elephants. This freak of nature is just begining to swell, and when it does there won't be no room left for anyone else but me brotha, and the little warriors floatin through the veins, and the power of the warrior.