What are supposed to do now, man!? Game over, man! Game over!

/Me bows her head in brief respect. Sniffles pathetically.

Mbiddy has fallen. He never saw that ground round grenade coming.

Come on gang, let's win this one for our fallen comerade.

/Me sniffs again before returning to my breadcrumb cannon.

My Breadcrumb gun jammed and jellied up! Its no use.. over!

Wait, I found this in my pocket:
http://images.google.com/images?q=tb...5/pics/bfg.jpg
It's not over yet gang!

/me takes a moment to think of inspirational speech to rally troops.

He was a good solider, in fact he was a great solider. I would have been proud to have layed down cover-fire for him. But that is all in the past now. We must hold our heads up high and fight like there is no tomorrow, We must win it for Mbiddy and we must win it for the world becuase each and every person on this planet is rooting for us. ( tear rolls down cheek ) Can you feel it?

NOW!!! LETS GET THOSE MUTHA FRANKS WHO DID THIS TOO HIM AND MAKE THEM PAY!!!!!!!!!

CHARGE!!!!!!!!

Mastercard or Visa?

Actually, I think I'm going to be ok, over.

But NONTHELESS!! We need a plan, before we all suffer a MEATY FATE! over!

There's rumored to be a seventeen foot strip of bacon lurking somewhere in the BOLONEY TRIANGLE east of the Ham Sector, over! I think I'm going to need reinforcements, over! These porky parts won't get the best of me, over!

Call the President, over. We might need to use THE ATOMIC BRATWURST, over!

not the atomic brawtwerst! that'll kill all the squirrels and us with it! Are you mad... over!

Sorry i'm late, captian. The general is furious on how the situation has been handled so far, but screw him he's not here fighting. What's our situation?

Cloudy with a chance of meetballs!

Guys! 2 Lamb Chop fighters at twelve o'colck!

/me aims CO2 cannon and fires a round. The round hits one fighter, blowing it up. The other fighter is on our tail gaining.

Faster Jeff! Where is the Bacon?

The salami rocket makes it out of the atmosphere only to find an enemy silver platter (carrier), 3 veal cruisers, and 2 rib destroyers.

Watch out Mr.Volcano, AWAC is reporting 12 pot roast choppers coming your way, armed to the bones! :eek:

I'm launching in the Frankfurt-16 fighter, armed with bread crumb and stuffing missiles, and sausage link machine guns. Over.

/me hands FIRSTnut a bacon bomb.

I'll run back to the depot and get salami Sea SLAMS.

Jeff, head toward the silver platter!

/me catches the floating bacon bomb, and prepares it. Reloads the CO2 Cannon. Jeff says that he has a fix on a shield generator and a reactor, and heads toward the carrier, now launching fighters. /me tosses, to the best of one's ability in a vacuum, the bacon bomb. It hits with a big explosion, causing a flicker, signalling the failing of the energy shields.

The explosion exposed the reactor! Move in closer!

/me fires a sausage shell at the reactor, blowing up the silver platter.

I dub thee, sausagezooka!

/me sees Jeff's viewscreen.

There's something big coming this way!