As the crew argued on about how to defeat the alien, I slipped down to the outer space opening and slipped on my space suit. With butterflies in my stomach, I peered out at the vast abyss that was outer space. Taking a deep breath, I connected my cord and opened the hatch. Instantly, the zero gravity lifted me off my feet and into the empty darkness. I did the best breaststroke I could, all the way to the alien spaceship. As I approached the ship, I could see the girl clearer. She didn’t look like a villain, instead she just looked like a normal girl - well, alien - but that didn’t matter. The supposed evil villain had a smile on her face, but it didn’t look like an evil one at all. It looked genuine, and hopeful. What if she wasn’t actually evil? What if she was just a misunderstood alien girl with a tragic past? But all of those thoughts vanished when she slammed her hand down on a button and half the guns on the side of her ship fired, raining down on our space station. It only made some dents, and I relaxed for a second, before a horrible thought crept into my mind. That was only the warning signal. As if on cue, a dozen crew from our ship fired hard with cannons. BANG! BANG! BANG! But even the toughest bullets didn’t damage her ship in any way. Uh oh. This wasn’t looking good for us. I could see the captain and crew yelling and screaming about something. KABOOM! A massive cannon on the alien spaceship fired an equally massive bullet that just missed our ship, luckily, or we would have all been gone. But instead, it headed towards me at a rapid rate. Just in time, I ducked out of the way and panicked my way back to the space station. As I quickly got changed and ran up to the viewing area, the short man I had met before sprinted out of the storage room with an extra large bag of mini attack bots. Everyone cheered, but he seemed a bit clumsy and dropped it down the fire hole that was for burning our rubbish. Seconds later, the tall, friendly man staggered out of the emergency attack closet, dragging a Space Attack Cannon Ultra™ along with him. Once again, we all cheered, but once the captain laid his burly hands on it, it crumbled instantly. Space Attack Cannon Ultras™ were made in the 1950s, out of very crumbly materials. But just as everyone was about to admit to defeat, I spotted something. A sign on the side of the alien ship. And you wouldn’t believe what it said.