| My gigantique-thermo-nuclear-battle-submarine rises from the deeps and battle droids pour out of it. I notice that some of them foolishly try to swim over only to sink in a matter of seconds.
GF7:*sigh* Their processing computers have been deteriorating horribly ever since "The Clone Wars". Alright! The non-retarded Battle Droids board the ship!.
The more competent droids use their grappling hooks and quickly take over the private yacht that Shane dosen't own and come back with the Thingy coated in deep fried goodness. I launch a torpedo at the said yacht and it goes BOOM! I then dive down a mile or 2 and start eating the deep fried skin of the Thingy, which is 10X better than the meat. |