[Growltigger]

The knacker nibbling mongooses, having sunk their sharp (yet steely) fangs in the scrotal regions of Mac, pull back in horror, spitting frankily, holding their little rodent noses and pulling faces... "ooh great commander, we will happily chew the cojones off anyone, be they living, dead or somewhere inbetween, but even the most heinous and disgusting lord of the nether regions has better bodily hygiene than this old codger, its tastes like really moldy old parmesan.. blyuuurrrkk!!

The mongooses head towards Power Man and savage him instead!

Renegade, lurking in the rafters, fails to notice the air artillery corp of the Byzantine horde tracking in on him. Several guided red hot poker anti-aircraft cannon loose their munitions, and the silly old sod is blown off through the ceiling.

GT, in the midst of smashing a were gerbil to pavement pizza with a piece of censor, notices Woundworts' transmogrification. If he wants quantum technology, quatum technolgy he gets. Pressing a button on betsy the axe, GT laughs as the nasty Virginian disappears from the cantina, and reappears suspended in mid air over the deepest canyon in the land. A la Wild E Coyote, Woundwort disappears into the depths, smashing into the bottom with a puff of smoke and a resounding crunch..

Having massacred the were gerbils and conservatives, an all out assault is launched on Raging Deadstar. No oikish northerner is going to give defiance to the great kat in his own cantina.

Cry havoc, and let slip the rodents of war.

Cue, explosions, screaming hordes, mayhem etc oh, and a small aubergine