[Raging Deadstar]

Hmm this means all out italian style tomato warfare!

*RD's crew storm from the ship and carry him on board, one of which bops Rags on the head with a cucumber, a few welding and construction noises later and RD Storms back out and calls Rags out to the parking lot. Rags wanders out only to be confronted by RD's now fully customizesd Dreadnought and it starts to fire GM Tomatoes the size of people, Rags runs for it but is no match for the heat sinking tomatoes of doom. Rags wakes up an hour later to be found tied to a crispy base, smothered with tomtoes and cheese and Barry chasing after the giant pizza that is Ragnarok*