37 - 8 - Squeeze

I lumbered over to the Controller manager. Reached down and wrapped him in a bear hug. I squeezed him tight, crushing the air from his lungs. His face was inches from my muzzle. He was shaking and gasping for air.

I squeezed harder. Harder till the veins in his neck stood out.

<We know you, Yeerk. All of you. There's no safety anymore.>

His face was turning blue.

<There's no place to hide. You tell Visser Three that. You tell him we've only just begun. You tell him it's time to go home.>