Reinforcements, redoubled... wisely sending their silly little surveillance soldier to do reconnaissance. Hello, I'm right here... but you interrupted my nap. Naked and empowered and unhumored, I demand the brigade's binocular buffoon take me to his nervous regiment of bench-warmers. After a good lip thrashing I wipe them out with but the swift swat of the soles. The one lone survivor -- the doofus on bended knee, as if praying for world peace... or for his worthless life -- has his sentence stayed.... By grace, he gets tucked under the fold of my heavy hooters.... a cheap souvenir from Giante... Show more