"You're in no position to talk about 'positions' RD. And since you like tomatoes, you're going to love this..."
[a few quick commmands are typed onto Woundwort's wrist computer, switching off hologram safety protocols. A few more commands and several large, ugly killer tomatoes (ala "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes") materialize.]
"Sic'em."
The Tomatoes immediately charge after Deadstar.
[Woundwort wipes his face with a napkin and smiles wickedly towards RD]
"
Bon appetit, amigo..."
[ June 23, 2004, 14:39: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]