Ig was a bit taken aback by the imagines injected into his brain. <Yeerk,> his mind heard as the image of a slimey slug like creature popped into his mind. These slug aliens crawled into ear canals and took over the brains of their host. The blue alien, the Andalite, had been fighting to stop them. He even saw himself and the others around him through the aliens eyes. <Will you fight?> The Andalite challenged the group with his question. To say no was to allow the entire human race to be slaves to alien brain slugs, how could anyone with the knowledge they now had say no?

“Damn straight I'm in.” Ig answered without a second thought. He'd never been one to turn down a challenge and he certainly wouldn't start now with the stakes so high. He'd grown up on scifi movies and the thought of battling aliens for the fate of the human race was the kind of adventure he'd actually had dreams about. “So how exactly are we fighting these Yeerks? Sprinkle a bit of salt on them?” He asked, half joking, as he saw Jimmy tring to patch up the Andalite. He was fairly familiar with Jimmy having been a semi-regular customer of his for a while. His mom usually made him get his own weed as she quickly got sick of him smoking hers all the time.