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I AM NOT NOT A FISH.

Although, that does bring up the idea of an undead fish...

*Schemes whilst waiting for his kneecaps to GET THE FUCK BACK DOWN*
 
*The Medic hooks Grumpy's nostril and starts pulling.*

Medic: Fish is on the hook!
 
...DUDE SERIOUSLY. DON'T FUCKIN' DO THAT.

CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M SCHEMING? AND THE TURRET'S FUCKED ANYWAYS.
 
*Whimpers, clinging to Archetype*

MOAR!
 
CIWS Tech: Not really... We just have to hose it off.

*The Medic rips Grumpy's nose off.*

Medic: I can fix that...

*The Medic casts his line again and catches Grumpy by the tongue.*
 
Medic: This one's a fighter...

Lemme try...

*Desolator takes the rod and pulls, taking Grumpy's tongue, trachea, stomach, and a few feet of his intestine out.*

Medic: ...

I can fix that too...
 
*Desolator takes hold of the intestine and pulls Grumpy inside out.*

Medic: Okay, this I can fix...

*The Medic takes out a roll of duct tape.*

Medic: Hold still...
 
*A Humvee pulls up. Topp jumps down with salt shakers in each hand.*

PRETZEL TIME!!!

*Topp pours salt on Grumpy then ties his intestines in a knot.*
 
*Lobs Grumpy's head off and mounts it on the wall for Ryker.*
 
*looks at the smoldering remains of shields next to the docwagon*

...why didn't he turn them on...?
 
0.o

MY MUR ZOMBIES!
 
*Punches Rory in the mouth and goes to reclaim his head, carrying it under-arm*

I NEED THIS TO REMAIN ON MY NECK, DAMMIT. NOW I LOOK LIKE A CLICHE FROM A GHOST STORY.
 
Hey now, that's just going too far.

Yeah, you ruined it completely, Rory...

*Desolator impales Myrn then headbutts him repeatedly until his composite armor dome caves in Myrn's skull.*

What was that for?

I sensed a disturbance in the force as if a Clawkin somewhere was calling out to me to beat the shit out of Myrn.

*Desolator throws Myrn into a woodchipper.*
 
*PM rips the turrets off their mountings, and uses one to beat the unbeleiver hordes*

MUR MOTHERFUCKERS DO YOU SPEAK IT!
 
BURN THE UNBELIEVER NAMED MYRN.
 
*Snuggles everyone*

PLEASE! MY MUR ZOMBIES! CALM! BE FLUFFY! THINK OF YOUR SOFT STUFFINGS!
 
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