after the trapdoor in the ceiling opens, burying TerranC under a delugh of [noun censored], pukes conscripted army of miniturized FBW clones parades out and hauls TerranC off like Gulliver being tormented by the lilliputians.
Shortly later, a beer-battered, deep-fried, flayed, "TerranC Blossom" is brought fourth from the kitchen. The TCB blinks inexplicably, and the local [noun censored] conisoures all help themselves to a slice.
"hmmm, too gammey. probably hasnt been hung long enough"
