Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
Don't run away, you roachy bastards.
!‫لا تهربوا أيها الصراصير الأوغاد
Schön hierbleiben,
ihr verschissene Schaben.
No huyan, cucarachas infelices.
No huyáis, cucarachas infelices.
Ne vous enfuyez pas,
saletés de cafards !
Non scappate, schifosi scarafaggi...!
Não fujam, baratas de merda.