As the dust settles and the SMELL dissipates Power Man Looks over the Battle Field. It came down to the barbed wire but my barricade of Log and Log-Log tables held off the mongoose. My Cobras and old Battle AX kept them at bay.
What a Battle. Even out numbered 3 to 1 GT still wins!!
I am sure it will make a fine story and be added to the rest of the Tales there in Canterbury.
Note to GT: You are the one who must be seeing things. That is not me in the cantina. I have been out in the field cooking your Mongooses (Mongeese??) The only Old One is "get an idea" Mac.
I must get a better English-English to American-English translator. I don't know if was the "oop North" accent but some of the terms just did not translate.
I mean just what is a "Cumbrian Knigggut" ??
It was fun but now I must leave. England may be God's land, but as the song goes, "The Bluest Skies are in Seattle." I am off to explore, and conquer my latest SE4 universe. ( I am using an expanded system name file and now have over 250 systems to take over.)
Power Man takes out his portable hair dryer and uses it to dry up GT's DAMPing field.
As the power comes back the small ship slowly disappears.
The Last thing to fade away is my smiling face in the window."
Well so long, or in English-English, TA TA …
PS.. Congrats on your promotion Captain RD.