“I am Obersturmbannfuhhrer Otto, I will give up only if you let these two men go!” I yelled to the Ivans.

“This is, I guess, okay,” someone answered. Ivans couldn't speak very fluent German.

“Manstein and Manteuffel,” I spoke close to their ears so only they were able to hear it. “Show these to Erwin, so he will come up with an idea - and quickly - of how to save my arse,” I took out my chopsticks and handed them over to Manstein.

After Manstein and Manteuffel had gone, the Ivans tied me up right in the centre of City Square. Ivans were surrounding the square and hiding, busy setting up the trap for when my men came to rescue me. This is not good! It's a trap! I had to remain ultra-cool. I couldn't bear to imagine poor Erwin, Heinz, Westphal, Manstein and Manteuffel charging into this deadly trap to save me - the cross-fire, grenades and lunch boxes would tear them apart. Blood would explode from everywhere on their bodies. Their eyes would be staring at me and their mouths would call my name for help. Oh, don't let them come! I beg you, God. Please don't let them come to save me.

It was 1627 hours. Another group of Ivans walked into the square, as they had just captured a high-ranking German officer. Who could that be? I wondered. As they walked closer, I soon identified the officer as Kesselring. How come she get captured? She moved out an hour before me! Then I saw Erwin, Heinz, Westphal, Manstein and Manteuffel dressed up like bloody Ivans. Oh, now this was smart. I was impressed with this rescue plan. But no-one is smarter then me in Wolf Von Lunch Boxes, or are they? I pondered. They tied two Ivans up instead of Kesselring and me and then we buzzed off.

When we were two streets away from City Square, eight FW190gs from Meteor Strike flew over the square and dropped something. Bang! All I could see were flames stretching out beyond the buildings, lighting up everything even remotely close to its immense heat. The waves of heat ran right through us. Well, the worst part was the smell of over-cooked steak.

“What was that?” I screamed.

“It's some kind of unknown weapon,” explained Erwin. “I hope we never see that again.”

“It's too powerful; I prefer lunch boxes,” I answered, “By the way, where did you get these clothes?”

“Money talks, bullshit walks,” replied Erwin, “I gave them some money and your box of popcorn.”

“So my life's only worth a box of popcorn!?” Oh, now that's just nice - I never knew I was so cheap. “Anyway, who was the brains of this operation?”

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