The General takes a long puff on a cigar and turns to face you, casually blowing smoke of to the side.

"Well, well, PW 794 and 1/3 what have you brought us? A guest I see... well. Back in the day, we never had guests... just enemies... now everyone wants to be in the club... make the grade, join up... it wasn't always like this... in fact when we started this hear little movement almost no one was on our side. Constant battle... never ending fights with the opposition... couldn't hardly leave the compound without an armored bragaid following close at hand to aid us in our missions. For crisses sake I just wanted a cup of bloody coffee. Is that too much to ask? COFFEE? Oh God and had i not wanted the sugar to put in it little jimmy would still be here... Jimmy... I'm so sorry! I'll never drink the blasted earthing vexing liquid again! NEVER! DO YOU HEAR ME? I still relive that day every night you know... the fire... the opposing forces... leagues and leagues of Eggplants swarmed over the Seven Eleven... we got out ok... distracted the festering lumps with the revolving hotdog stand... heh... but... we had to go back... the sugar... God the sugar... so there we were... the Sheep had long since destroyed the hotdog stand... we had one finial chance... the twinkies. I hated to resort to such weapons... I almost couldn't force myself to be so cruel to the enemy... but in thoses days we did what we had to do. The casulaties were... over welhming... we were up to our knees in the dead Eggplants... thats... thats when... I saw Jimmy... stranded at the far end of the store... clutching to the doughnut counter, kicking several of the foul beasts back, doing all he could. He was a real Spud." She pauses for a moment, the rest of the table stays quiet in rememberance. "I tried to make it back... give support... just as I was in range... I saw... saw him spring upward... just...just as one of the stinking bastards latched onto his neck... Curses!" She pounds her fists on the table...

PW 794 and 1/3 grabs your arm and takes a few steps backwards...

Back to the front of the table