ATTACK! STEAL THEM! STEAL THEM ALL!

*Archetype drills PM's power armor with hir construct.*

My eye? Please, Arsenal took my head once.
 
SORRY! I'M SORRY!

*Julez slices off Archetype's arm, then looks around, not knowing what to do with it before eating it*
 
*Deimon tackles Julez and bites her.*

Sorry, but I'm under orders...
 
Hrmmm, Fox plushies vs. Sailors...

Well since me' mom was a kitsune I should probably side with TK...
 
*Cheers from the section labeled "Peanut Gallery" nestled safely underneath a bullshit-proof shield*
 
*Julez claws out Deimon's throat*

How dare you cross me....
 
*Deimon clutches his throat, trying to speak.*

Might wanna do somethin' 'bout 'at...
 
*Julez glares at Deimon and then kicks him into a sparta-pit*
 
*Ryker drop kicks Julez into the same pit.*

Yew kin work yer diff'rences out down there.
 
*Julez leaps back out of the pit then throws Ryker in*

I'M AFRAID OF FALLING!

Jerk...

ONWARD, MY MUR.....Wait.... today's Monday.... SO WE ARE PENISH ZOMBIES!
 
*The thread is turned into a nuclear wasteland by several Titan IV MIRVs.*

Scrap Iron City wanted us to step up the counter offensive, so...

Scorched Earth...
 
Make sure you shoot Chaos' booth out of the sky.
 
*Destroys ISAF's existance*
 
*Watches as the Kitsune fights Militards.*
 
*Restarts the thread with her Mur Zombies RE-invading Iwaku*
 
*PM reappears, bloodied but unbroken, his Plushie dreadnaught renewing the carnage as he leads the plushie legions ever onwards*

FACE YOUR DEATH AT THE HANDS OF MUR!
 
A lone pantsless Mur zombie lays down in the middle of the thread again, napping.
 
*Once again puts a pillow under Fel's head and a blanket over him before putting him on the back of PM's tank*

ONWARDS!

CUE THE INSPIRATIONAL RANT!
 
Fel, fyi: Mur Zombies generally don't wear pants in the first place.