[Strategia_In_Ultima]

The gherkins attack the killer mongeese. The gherkins and freshly-bestowed-with-sentience pig feet manage to drive the mongeese back to a defensive perimeter around El_Phil, until the Byzantine Armored Mongeese come charging out of the kitchen.

Clad in heavy armor, the gherkin legion's weapons are powerless against them, and slices of cucumber fly around theCantina like shrapnel after an anti-personnel artillery shell impact.

The smile disappeared from Puke's face (ok, front end then) faster than money disappears into the pocket of a politician. Enraged, he orders a retreat, and prepares to convert his gherkin legions into the Ottoman Armored Gherkins like his forefather (is that the correct term for a previous pile of regurgitated sentience?) commanded and used to conquer Byzantium.