“Greetings, Earth dwellers. We’re Zonk and Zonny. We come in peace. Just kidding.”

We’re from Planet Glarfex — a gloriously grotesque, ooze-filled world located just outside the Rotting Nebula. It’s not on your maps (or your radar) because, frankly, your technology is about as advanced as a chewed data-chip.

Back home, we were elite field agents for the Galactic Relocation Committee — specialists in abducting lesser life forms (like you) and preparing new worlds for colonisation. Earth was meant to be our next great conquest: sunny skies, plentiful snacks, zero space taxes. A paradise.

We were en route, sipping slime smoothies and cruising through Sector 9 when Zonny sneezed. Once. Then again. Then Zonk coughed up a glowing hairball. Turns out, we’d caught something nasty — the dreaded Space Flu X-13. A mutating, brain-warping virus that zombifies anything it touches.

By the time we crash-landed on Earth, we were already infected… but strangely, alive. Sort of.

Our brains fizzed. Our bones squeaked. And our mission? Completely rewritten.

No longer here to abduct — we're here to infect.

💀 Operation: Wardrobe Invasion

Instead of lasers and tractor beams, we’ve cooked up something far sneakier:

T-shirts.

That’s right. Fashion. Streetwear. Cultural infiltration.

Each shirt we distribute carries the essence of our mutation — colour, chaos, and a touch of cosmic rot. You wear one, and you’re part of the movement. You’re part of the club. You’re one of us.

Earth won’t even know what hit it.

👕 Your Role in the Apocalypse

We can’t infect the entire planet alone. We’re just two space zombies with questionable attention spans and no hands for sewing.

That’s where you come in.

Buy a shirt. Wear it. Spread the vibe.

Tag your friends. Convert your nan.

Help us complete the mission and turn Earth into the most stylish zombie-infested rock in the galaxy.

Because after all…

If you’re not infected, are you even living?

#SpreadTheInfection #JoinTheInvasion