[Achoo on the phone] OK, find cover and hide, er, remain in cover until the cleanup is finished...............................installing a new bar? Why?......................................Well, that is a good reason..........................................how soon.......................................................oh, already inbound........................................................got it. Thanks. [Achoo shuts the blast doors to his hidey hole and presses the "Shit's about to get real" button.......................................
AAAAAOOOOOOOGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA AAAAAOOOOOOOGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA AAAAAOOOOOOOGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA AAAAAOOOOOOOGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA
[Meanwhile an ACMEtm Delivery truck drops off a 50 gallon drum of Chili Inferno IIC8 and drives away as fast as it can.]
[Wombat pokes his head up as the fumes of the Chili Inferno IIC8 wafts around his widdle head.
[The fumes of Chili Inferno IIC8 gently caress the widdle chin of Wombat's widdle head.]
[The fumes of the Chili Inferno IIC8 gently pick up Wombat and pull Wombat towards the 50 gallon drum of Chili Inferno IIC8]
[The look of pleasure in Wombat's widdle eyes turns into wonder as he beholds the 50 gallon drum of Chili Inferno IIC8]
[Wombat debates with the good Wombat and the evil Wombat that appears on his widdle shoulders]
[Wombat and evil Wombat beat up good Wombat and tosses good Wombat into the 50 gallon drum of Chili Inferno IIC8 "for flavor"]
[Wombat sits down on his widdle butt and pulls out a table cloth, some tableware and a bowl and carefully lays them out for lunch]
[Wombat then somehow swallows the 55 gallon drum of Chili Inferno whole, then eats the table cloth, the tableware and putts the bolw on his widdle head]
[Wombat's belly begins to gurgle. He ignores it and plays with a lint dust bunny]
[Wombat's hair turns green and his eyes begin to glow. He ignores the warning signs.]
AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAA
[Wombat begins to glow and the rumbling in his belly grows louder. Wombat ignores the rumble. The lint dust bunny runs away]
[Wombat's belly begins to bulge. Wombat ignores it and pulls a Wabbit out of his pouch. TAA DAA!]
[Wombat belches a noxious green cloud that combusts and turns into a torch that incinerates the poor Wabbit]
[Wombat's hair falls off and he begins to sweat. Wombat states "Is it getting a bit warm in here. I feel a bit warm!]
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[Wombat looks slightly distressed as he finally notices that his belly has bulged so much that his widdle feet cannot reach the ground.]
[Wombat says "Oh Oh.......not again"]
[There is a fart like no other fart has ever been. The fart is so loud that nobody within a mile can actually hear it. The shock wave of the fart spreads like the shockwave from a nuclear explosion.]
[A huge sort of like a nuclear explosion but kind of greenish erupts and flattens everything with five miles and creates a second shockwave.]
[Wombat, with a huge plume of fire erupting from his backside, emerges from the sickly green mushroom cloud and launches up into the sky. One can assume he is screaming, but his screams will take a while to catch up with him.]
[In orbit the bridge crew of the Leviathon watches Wombat rapidly approaching their ship in orbit. The captain has just enough time to say "oh no....not again" before Wombat hits the ship with the force of a NAC202020. There is an explosion and debris begins to fall to the ground like the debris of the Death Star 2 rained from the skies of Endor.]
[There is suddenly silence. Too silent. Than Wombat crashes to the ground and lays there with widdle winged Wombats with widdle wings playing widdle harps circle around his widdle head while his widdle eyes roll around in his widdle head.]
All right, who gave Wombat Wombat-Nip, again?
Achoo?!?!!1!11!! Did you have something to do with this?
[ Wombat's hand rolls of his widdle, still beating chest, and procures a singed paper that is revealed as a bill of larder ]
[ Said bill of larder, while singed badly, could be seen, with some difficulty, made out to Achoo for the Chili Inferno IIC8 drum. ]
[ Wombat gives a last widdle burp, rolls over on his widdle tummy and starts ]
SSNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGG
TT
Batchall yeah.
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Tonight I'll trial to give it all to you
In the darkness
There's so much I want to do
And tonight I'll trial to lay it at your feet
Cause geneparent, I was made form you
And geneparent, you were made for this
I was made for Trialin' you baby
You were made for Trailin' me
And I can't get enough of nathaculor baby
Can you get enough of me
Tonight I want to see it in your eyes
Feel the magic
There's something that drives me wild
And tonight we're gonna make it all come true
Cause Grand Melee, you were made for me
And batchall I was made for you
I was made for Trailin' you baby
You were made for Trailin' me
And I can't get enough of nathaculor baby
Can you get enough of me
I was made for Trailin' you baby
You were made for Trailin' me
And I can give it all to you baby
Can you give it all to me
Oh, can't get enough, oh, oh
I can't get enough, oh, oh
I can't get enough
I was made for Trialin' you baby
You were made for Trialin' me
And I can't get enough of nathaculor baby
Can you get enough of me
Oh, I was made, you were made
I can't get enough
No, I can't get enough
I was made for Trialin' you baby
You were made for Trialin' me
And I can't get enough of nathaculor baby
Can you get enough of me, Quineg
TT
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You got a copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure
By golly, it's clean clear to Terra, c'mon
Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy
Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Merchant pullin' a Dropper full of logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We was headin' for Luthien on I one-oh
'Bout a five jump outta Silkeborg
I says, Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
And I'm about to put the hammer down
'Cause we got a little ol' convoy
Rockin' through the night
Yeah, we got a little ol' convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this jumpin' convoy
Across the galaxy
Convoy
Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the duck (convoy)
And, uh, you wanna back off them hogs?
Uh, 10-4, 'bout two jumps or so, ten, roger
Them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we got into Tarazed
We had eighty-five Droppers in all
But there's a roadblock up on Cyrenacia
And them Bears was wall-to-wall
Yeah, them Smokeys as thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a Raven in the air
I says, callin' all jumpers, this here's the duck
We about to go a-huntin' Clan
'Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin' through the night
Yeah, we got a great big convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this jumpin' convoy
Across the galaxy
Convoy
Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen? (Convoy)
Negatory, Pig Pen, you're still too close
Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses
Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten
Well, we rolled up Interlane 44
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Chatham
Them Bears was a-gettin' smart
They'd brought up some reinforcements
From the Strana Mechty garrison
There's armored cars, and Mechs, and Battle Armor
And Droppers of every size
Yeah, them Chicken Coops was full'a Falcons
And Aeros filled the skies
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin' Samurai
And eleven long-haired friends a' Kurita
In a chartreuse microbus ( Nekohono'o (https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Nekohono%27o) )
Ah, Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come on there
Yeah, 10-4, Sodbuster?
Listen, you wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?
Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, and he needs all the help he can get
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore
Prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with Clans
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says, Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says let them Jumpers roll, 10-4
'Cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin' through the night
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this jumpin' convoy
Across the galaxy
Convoy
Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, what's your 20? (Convoy)
Omagh?
Well, they oughtta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure
Well, mercy sakes
(Convoy)
Good buddy,
We gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off yer glass
And the Clans off yer ... tail
We'll catch ya on the flip-flop
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side
We gone, bye-bye
TT