The Alliance Is Toast As The Cat Makes Them Roast!

So that stinkin alliance of poo heads hangs around my sea trying to stop me. But it will never happen at my hall for the cat took it to them and had a ball. Now they are a little crispy and fried. Never fear though as I don't think anyone actually died.

You see this pretty car? The one they hopped in to try and get away from my bar. Well it went very very fast and got away. Or at least they thought so as my timer was on a few minute delay.

And boom went their pretty car. Proving you never get far when you mess with a cat. So bye bye alliance car as the cat continues to squash you flat.

Thought I would not find your uber secret lair. Not hard with the way Irish Air tends to swear. I just followed the eejit calling and then the poor bricks starting falling.

As boom their hideout flew through the air. Poor poor Irish Air was too dusty to swear. I guess they need to work on that uber secret thing a bit. I'm sure sooner or later they may get it.

It seems they had enough and were trying to get rough. They sent some tin can from the future back after me and he was sure a sight to see.

As he joined the scarp heap and gave off a final little beep. The poor robot sounded so sad. I think he even cried out for his dad. Maybe Penguin Man should not have made him so emotional or something. He may have stood a chance at beating a dog at least at some other wing.

So they called in the big guns. These guys gave me the runs. The scariest things I have ever seen. So I had to get mean. Okay maybe not as bad as a mime but clowns and their ugly mugs commit such a crime.

Then BOOM! They were good and dead for bringing me gloom. Clowns vaporized into thin air each and every smiley faced, red nosed, freaky looking pair.

Then came their uber secret fleet and they thought I was beat. I mean look at all of those things. I wouldn't be expected to stop those even with wings. But that is where they always screw up. They treat the cat like a butt sniffing pup.

So BOOM went the whole planet and bush number three. I guess no one is alive to see. At least I got that alien fleet and the alliance was truly beat. Sorry for all the collateral damage to all of you. Oh wait! This isn't entirely true. For this is a warning of what will come. So say your goodbyes and drink back a final glass of rum.

You just did that right? Now I truly gave Irish Air a plight. For you all drank all that rum and are drunk as a skunk in a funk. So you can all swear like her. That will surely ruffle her fur. Plus Penguin Man likes it all PG. So score another win for me and I didn't even have to blow up a thing here at my wing. See what has come to pass? You simply can't beat my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.