[Puke]

Puke looks to the right: The Byzantine hordes have just smashed the Geeskats, and El Phil is cornered. Puke makes ready to order his Gherkin batallions in to take advantage of the opportunity (nothing like a spicy gherkin up your open rear). But puke waits to survey the rest of the field...

Puke looks to the left: The Byzantine horde lies in dissarray as airborne spidermonkeys harrass them from above and Geeskats lock them in a fierce melee. Puke consideres ordering the Gherkins to charge in and descriminate against the spidermonkey hordes. Some things are beneath the contempt of even a zombie-pickle. Still, puke waits to survey the rest of the field...

Puke looks down the center: A gargantuan sea-beast dances a happy jig to music only it can hear. The edges of a continuity paradox ripple on either side. A football lays neglected in the middle of the room.

Puke tosses a few mineral credits to the barkeep, who marks down the wager on behalf of the Gherkins. "FORWARD!" commands the great blob of vomit, lord of brine-soaked-things-that-should-not-think-on-their-own.

The Pig's Foot cavalry leads the way, punting the socc...football down the center of the playfield, splitting the middle of the continuity paradox! The ball ricochets off the skull of El Phil, knocking him off balance and sending him crashing to the floor - earning him a temporary reprieve from the Red-Hot-Poker cannon.

The Still on an odd-angle trajectory off of El Phil's head, the ball bounces out of that plot line into the left side of the battle, where several Gherkins have vaulted off of their swizzlesticks to deliver a sound and simultanious flying scissor kick to the ball. It whaps into the side of a gryphin, and in an explosion of feathers its spider-monkey cargo is sent cascading about the battlefield to be trampled underfoot by other rampaging combattants.

An ambitious Geeskat momentarily takes controll of the ball, but a Jalepeno suited gherkin leaps herically into the maw of the beast. choaking on the pepper-coated regergitated pickle, the poor Geeskat is caught in its side by a Mongoose, who wastes no time in disembowling it. The Pig's foot cavalry circles round to make contest for the play, and easily they weave un-noticed between the ankles of the larger mongeese and geeskats.

A pair of pigs feet pass the ball between each other, gracefully keeping it away from the warriors on either side of the continuity paradox. They kick the ball back to their Gherkin commrades, but Fearghal, the 200-foot radioactive armoured battlesquid, has swept away a large swath of the bepeppered pickles, and is happily munching on them. The ball careens towards Strategia's Seamander/Salagull horde.

But all attention is on the game, now. The victorious Byzantine Mongees from the Right Hand Continuity charge after the ball. The victorious Geeskats and their surviving spidermonkey brothers from the Left Hand Continuithy charge after the ball. From the center, a horde of galloping pigs feet are ridden by swizzlestick wielding gherkins, and are pursued by a hungry battlesquid whom has just developed a taste for them.

All these terrible forces converge on the ball, which is now sitting in the middle of Strategan's army. "Oh [censored]," he thinks to himself, "So much for waiting on the sidelines".