This is not the kind of flask that you want to toast with.

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This is not the kind of flask that you want to toast with.
Enter The Lone Gunmen.
A sinister salamander hand and a truckload o’ ham.
Terror twins are always a viable trope.
A budget Predator, a crazed colonel, and an abductee arrive in Wisconsin. What could go wrong?
Can an A.I. ever NOT turn evil in a sci-fi story?