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Twenty million dollars is a lot of money, so the first thing I would do is buy a safe and hire some security guards.
I would then hire mercenarys along with some C-4 explosives and some titanium reinforced vault doors to pile on top. I would
then build a concrete bunker and put 50 caliber machine gun nests to ward off the impending invasion forces. The evil unruly
band of bloodlusting, deranged, elephant beetles, komodo dragons, turkeys, and spider crabs. They came by the thousands, the
onslaught never ceased. Our 50 caliber machine guns erupted in a explosion of lead and smoke. Sushi flew everywhere and roasted
turkey littered the ground. In the confusion of the fray, the komodos trampled the elephant beetles, rendering them senseless,
useless, and lifeless (they were also gutless). As we fought on, our ammo supply was dwindling and the bunker was nearly over-run
with the vermin. So I pressed the button, enabling our radioactive particle shielding which protected us from the swarm.
But then it backfired! Radiation blew out from the dome. In a split second
the already mutated invaders grew larger and stronger. The turkeys now had razor sharp beaks and claws, TOW-2 missiles, and
flame breath. The komodos turned into 20 foot tall samuri warriors with energy swords. They were like half-crazed, rabid,
blood sucking, butterflies. We had to bring in the heavy artillery. Howizers rimmed the premesis, they started bombarding
the enemy, but then the super turkeys began dive-bombing the facility, decimating almost all in their path. Everything lightly-armored
was destroyed. Flak flew the air, the turkeys fell like bloated sacks of potatoes. But, the komodos stomped out all of our
AA nests and the loud rumbling rap of flak stopped. It was looking grim for our brave defenders.
Suddenly on the emergency broadcast system, came a word of help. The fabled agents of the KGUsed-To-Be
cut in to stop the invasion. Top secret laser weapons fired and the komodos fell to the ground. Our team started to believe
that we would emerge victoriously. That's also the same moment that 2,000 reinforcement komodos arrived for their decimated
front line. That was bad. The KGB were getting an impressive kill score, but the godzillas were getting close. The KGB were
getting a beating. At that same time we were hailed on the CIA frequency, it said, "Don't shoot!" CIA agents streamed into
the compound wielding phalanx CIWS. They blew chunks out of the godzillas. But, unnoticed, the turkeys retreated towards a
conspiscious mountainnearby. The godzillas suffered greatly, but their stregth was too great. Under their sustained attack,
we fell like grass to a lawn mower. It was really bad, but what we really needed were jet fighters, the turkeys had risen
up again and were launching hellfire missiles from above. They sent down another barrage and blew more of our defenses out
of the ground. Only a few flak cannons could still provide a trickle of return fire. And still the surge of evil drove on.
Then, soldiers in suits charged in bearing the amber and
gold insignia of the Majestic Twelve, even though there were more then 12. Maybe only twelve were majestic? Oh well, They
dove in wearing jet packs and wielding laser guns. It was dazzling, like the Fourth of July, fireworks everywhere. It was
cool, er, uh, hot. And to take care of the randomly divebombing turkeys, they brought in modified B-25 Mitchels with jet engines
and reinforced armor. There were 12 of these though. They attacked like Spitfires and dealt back more damage than they recieved.
They were also fitted with feather seeking missiles of which they launched five at a time. They had a great barbecue. It was
pandemonium for the ground forces though; big, bloated, slightly still on fire turkeys fell from the sky like dead rocks.
It was amazing to see the planes flying around, blasting fat turkeys out of the sky. But, in response to a silent distress
call, backup turkey squadrons massed in the sky. Body armor and high-speed railguns were only part of the new arsenal. They
swarmed in guns a-blazin'. Our planes were shredded. Even their smoking, skeletal remains, falling from the sky were blown
apart in the barrage. In moments or wonderful aireforce was reduced to scrap metal.
But then, another group appeared, humans this time,
the SUPER ELITE DEATH SQUAD! The memebers are usually kept classified but since most of them have already perished in a BLAZE OF GLORY, I can
give you their names. They are, Thompson, Johnson, Bryan, Smith, Rogers, and their commanding officer, Seargent Slaughter!
Also accepted into their group is their all time favorite civilian, Bob the Hillbilly Hick. During one fatefall battle, a
huge boulder was about to crush Sgt. Slaughter. All of a sudden, a giant battle ravaged homeless guy jumped out of some bushes
uttering a war cry. While carrying 2 RPG launchers and a M-16, he jumped, flipped in mid-air, and blew away the rock with
extreme prejudice. Ever since, Bob has been a welcome member of the squad. This group decided to go for.....a walk. "Watch
out Slaughter!" yelled Johnson, as a giant Komodo rushed at him frothing at the mouth! The nimble as a thimble Slaughter dodged
the attack with lightning speed and stepped on the things head. Later that day................
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