Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new machine, they were drawing the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins. Parson: Aaah! It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out, and I have been chosen to do it! I must confront them now! Those machines are just demons in another form! I shall destroy them with my prayers! I shall burn them with my Holy Cross! i shall- Journalist: no,parson, no! slaps Nathaniel
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