battleground earth

master, the humans are advancing on us.
good. the final battle is about to begin.
shall I prepare the troops?
yes. wings spread. mandibles razor sharp.
yes, master. earth will soon be ours.
I presume the larvae have completed their burrowing?
they are beneath the humans' forces, sire.
release the arachnids then. they'll crush them from behind. then we feast.
I'm hungry now, master.
when this is done, you'll be bloated for weeks.
I'm twitching in anticipation, o wise one.
yes, well, twitch somewhere else, centurion.
of course, sire.