Behind a hastily erected barricade, GGE and Britannian troops hold back the waves of Brootal Spess Meanies.
Lyons: How the hell did they dupe us so easily?! These are the same goddamned Brootalz with fake mustaches!

Jeebs: Your tea, Lord Admiral.

Lord Admiral Blackdog slurps down his cuppa calmly.
Blackdog: It was the hubris of those Space Austrians - they played right into the Brootals' plans! The trolls get trolled, once again.

Blackdog hurls the empty teacup with deadly precision and smashes the mustachioed face of a Brootal.
Blackdog: If the Brootalz are here, then the whole planet is compromised. Radio for your ships and let's get out of here!

The BATTLE OF LORD ADMIRAL BLACKDOG'S OFFICE begins!
Sign ups:
Brootalz: foot_truck
Britannia: Falk
GGE: Spess Bunny
Immortal Objective: survive until rescue comes
Brootal Objective: KRUMP DA GITZ
