For starters, they’re
called the Tobacco Force, and these intergalactic “avengers” battle extraterrestrial monsters by giving them cancer via chemicals like nicotine, mercury and ammonia… but let’s assume that any similarities to other groups of helmeted, high-kicking heroes, living or dead, are not coincidental. This quintet — technically a sextet if you count their suicidal robot, Norbert 500 — have just blown up an oversized, homicidal turtle in a quarry when a message comes through from their leader. His name is Chief Didier, and though he’s a grotty rat puppet with green goo oozing out of his mouth, that does not stop him from being quite the ladies’ vermin.
But first, a little R&R. The group settles down by a lake and shacks up in an antiseptic white pod that contains beds, a kitchen, and a cupboard containing a fully stocked supermarket and check-out clerk. At night, they tell each other ghost stories by the campfire, ranging from the scary tale — “Well, more like scary-” admits Benzène , the Force’s figurehead — of a woman who finds a mysterious piece of headgear that, once worn, throws her into a philosophical funk.
Meanwhile, Nicotine frets about her crush on the Chief to her comrade Ammonia , and Méthanol hits on the supermarket clerk, and everyone worries that Mercury simply “isn’t sincere enough” to kill cosmic creatures with toxic fumes. When they’re not bickering with each other and being jerky to fans and passerbys, the Force braces for an apocalypse to come now, or maybe later. They wait. And wait. And wait….