Aliens!
Welcome, agent, to the official Foreign Relations Division of The Mad Bandit Syndicate.
You thought aliens were here to invade? You're wrong. Their mysterious behavior is a highly strategic, long-term political campaign, perfected by the most brilliant and unhinged members of the organization.
Unexplained disappearances aren't abductions; they're a meticulous, non-verbal search for new ambassadors to their home planet. Strange, low-frequency signals aren’t for communication; they're a coded form of diplomatic immunity. And their eerie silence isn't a sign of hostility; it's a form of non-verbal negotiation for a new treaty.
Every strange encounter is a field report on the cunning, chaotic, and completely misunderstood members of this syndicate. They're not just probing; they're networking.
Abduct that merch like I'd abduct you!
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No Pains. No Brains.
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