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" Johnson's gone again!", yelled Bob, "We gotta find him!", which was barely audible over the vulcan cannon fire. Again
and again the death harbinger chickens came in waves bringing their silenced Colt .45's to bear. Fortunately, they were only
miniature .45's and the magnum rounds were like BB's on the lead armor! "Stand clear", booms Sarge's voice," I'll get 'em
with these grenades!" With that he ran down the corridor heaving anti-personel mines everywhere, scattering chickens. The
team hit the ground as the grenades exploded! Sargeant came running through the flurry of feathers. The team jumped to their
feet and charged down the hall......right smack into a line of turkeys.Smith thinking quickly, attached a timer mine to the
center turkey and ran the other way. Unfortunately, Smith tripped and was covered in napalm when the mine went off, and down
he went in a blaze of glory!! Thomson screamed, "Noooooo!" All that remained of Smith was a charred corpse that had fused
with the ground. In a wild gun-toting moment of insanity, Thomson charged into the turkeys group. He emptied 8 clips of 50
bullets in a mere 3.145 seconds into any blood-thirsty fowl that blinked out of place. Soon Thompson was out of ammo. The
turkeys realized this and while gathering strenght, decided to advance. Thompson whipped out his 14 inch Bowie knife and began
hacking, making those turkeys wish they had never been laid as an egg. He first cut off one of the excessivley large turkey
wings and began using it as a shield. (The shield was very useful because the birds learned to bend over backwards and fire
out acid, hot poop from their backsides.) "AHH! HAAA!! HOOYAA!!", screamed Thompson as he hacked off the heads of the turkeys
and ducked from the flying defication. A large explosion erupted; one of the more constipated birds let loose a gigantic searing
hot fireball of poop. Larger and more powerful than all the others, it set Thompson's makeshift shield aflame, melting his
Bowie knife on the spot. In a last ditch effort, Thompson pulled the pin out of his last grenade and ran deeper into the herd
of turkeys. In a huge eruption of flame, the turkeys were decimated leaving only charred feathers where the behemoths
once stood.
Seageant Slaughter and Bryan could contain their fury no longer and yanked every weapon in reach out of their packs,
and like one man armies, they charged with rockets, lasers, grenades, RPG's, and vulcan fire spraying in huge coulds of death.
They hcarged, from on corridor to the next in their huge. unstoppable, blisters of carnage! Suddenly, the attackers came up
against a huge regiment of Komodo Dragons in a huge cavern. The Sargeant unloaded the last 43 of the bazooka shells into the
unruly band of fiendish devils as they charged in a demonic surge of evil. Sargeant and Bryan emptied the last of their ammo
and jumped behind a boulder. Just as they were about to be overrun, Jan came out of nowhere toting 50 caliber machine guns
blazing away at the horde. Komodo entrails flew everyshere, coating the walls as Jan continued his beserk rain of bullets.
By the time Jan finished with the last Komodo, he was waist deep in ammo casings. "I am BACK!", he bellowed, his thunderous
voice echoing through the ntire mountain. "I vound a seekret vepons supply dumpf! Sarge, Bryan, VOLLOW MEE!" He then charged
off down a corridor, the only thing illuminating the dim cavern being his duel 50 caliber machine guns. Upon reaching
the weapons dump, the entire squad (whats left of the squad), resupplied knowing that one extra bullet could mean the difference
between life and death by wicked, cynical, thanksgiving fowl. After loading up on weapons and ammo, the team proceeded carefully
down a corridor, into a huge cavern filled on one side with huge 45 foot long tanks with mounted 75mm mortars on swivelling
turrets, and smaller turrets with dual rocket launchers and 50 caliber machine guns. Rogers broke and ran towards the tanks,
looking for safety in the 8 inch thick metal armor. Suddenly, Bob thought he heard a series of little "ffttt!" noises, like
sounds of pressurized gas escaping. Then a noise that the whole team heard: "Ping! Doooiiinngg!(ricochet sound) and Rogers
stumbled over finding what hit him; scattered on the floor were several syringes like those fired form neurotoxin launchers.
He knew that the only thing that saved him from instantaneous death was his lead armor. "BUUUUZZzzzzzzz" went the servo motors
on the poison dart launchers! "duh duh duh duh.." went Jan's .50 calibers. Ftt! Ftt! two darts were closing in on Jan, who
had no lead armor! Crash! the syringes shattered from a well-placed shot from Bob, who turned out to be useful!! He was a
sniper!! Suddenly, swarms of elephant beatles and a squad of komodos!! Rogers grabbed his flame-thrower and began barbecueing
the bugs, while Bryan shoved his flame-thrower up one of the komodos' left nosrtil!!! Flames roared out the right nosrtil
bursting open the komodo across like a bag of garbage. (a burning bag of garbage at that) It looked as if the squad was going
to win until death harbinger chickens came in waves!!! Like little ants, and this was no problem until the squad ran
out of flame-thrower fuel. They each grabbed their laser repeaters and began burning holes in the chickens. With the atomic
reacots fueling the lasers, they would not run out of ammo.Unfortunately, the burning feathers created intoxicating fumes
that rose to the ceiling. As more and more fumes built up, the layer of fumes thickeed. So the team was breathing them and
slowly, one by one, they all passed out.
When they awoke, they were hcained to a wall, and Johnson was with them! Everyone was stunnedexcept Jan, who, thinking
quickly, flexed his bicep, busting the chains right off the wall!!! Then he flexed his abdominal muscles and WHAM!! the huge
3 inch, thick, steel bonds snapped like toothpicks!! Metal shards flew everywhere, turning the guards into a pile of that
greasy, chinese takeout that you can never quite identify. He then ripped a steel restraint from deep within the cavern wall.
He then grabbed the nearest live guard, and tied him to the chain. Whirling the menace above his head, he hcarged, smashing
guards left and right, he cleared the cavern in less that 8.789 seconds! Death by mutated turkey met anything that moved.
Jan then smahsed the bonds of the others.
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