[General Woundwort]

"Your wish is my command!"

Wiping the mess from the front of the windshield [RD's attempt to jam my machine has failed - give ME the raspberry will you!?!], Woundwort swings the targeting crosshairs on R13 and cuts loose a burst of lemon merangue projectiles, hurtling him over the bar and into the liquor rack.

"Now, where was I? Ah yes..."

Woundwort tosses a clip of fresh key lime pies into the hopper and lays down suppressive fire on RD and his raspberry bazooka.

[ June 24, 2004, 01:12: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]