Wait wait wait wait... just hold up a second though. There's been... rumours that you slaughter anyone who helps you anyway.
Soooo... instead of trust me, you'd prefer if I slaughter you now.
Take all the time you need man. Just a heads up though, I'm going to start firing missiles in like... seconds unless I'm being led somewhere.
So hey, Samus, we've been kicking around here way too long. Let's go destroy some... gelatinous, red, pulsating ass. Assuming Mother Brain has one of those.
That's more like it.
Hold up minion...
Stop saying that... it's ERIC!
Minion... I smell... betrayal.
Dude, you're in a JAR! All you can POSSIBLY smell is yourself.
...Shutup. God, I miss Geruta.

Metroid, Samus, Kraid, and the rest of 'em are all property of Nintendo, who to my knowledge wouldn't do anything such as sue me or shut poor Planet Zebeth down, because they're so damn nice, and Metroid kicks ass : }
This particular comic strip was made solely by me, by that happy little program known as KolourPaint. Yes, the one that everyone runs in fear from. That's why the comic looks the way it does.