Well, my sordid plot may have been stymied, but at least I have the compensation of being promoted to the position of "Jr. Engineer"... One must accept the small victories when they come...
TOMORROW : DAY TWO & FRESH SHENANIGANS GALORE! MORE MUTON MAYHEM! MORE EVIL THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A STICK AT! (But, really... Who would want to "shake a stick at evil" anyway? It's a mystery to me...)
IT WAS AT THAT POINT THAT PRIVATE JENSEN UNDERSTOOD WHY THEY NEEDED A SECRET CODE-WORD BEFORE OPENING THE FRONT DOOR...
DAY TWO The invasion of Ohio continues as Muton travels to Canal Winchester, Ohio for coffee and a rousing welcome by the local Cobra Mountain militia (area code 43110)!
Muton meets up with some old American friends in nearby Canal W. - The local Cobra Battle Android Trooper brigade!
Ah! Nothing like a fresh cup of joe at Canal's finest java establishment with my "Bro-bot", the B.A.T. (v.2)... By the way, Muton likes his women like his coffee -- dark and bitter!
IT WAS AT THAT POINT THAT PRIVATE JENSEN UNDERSTOOD WHY THEY NEEDED A SECRET CODE-WORD BEFORE OPENING THE FRONT DOOR...
The boys and girls at Cobra Mountain are always happy to welcome a fellow instigator of evil to America's shores! : We are humbly honored by your presence, Muton-san! Come, rest your feet and partake of some sweetened rice wine. : Yay, Muton! Go team! : Did I blend the "smoothie" good? : Yeah, buddy! (hic!) Just right! : Whoo, boy... I'm "flying" already! Out of sight! : They never make that big a deal about me... (sniff) : What'ssss all the noissssse? I wassss on a conference call with Ted Warner!
It looks like there is going to be a par-tay in the Snake House tonight! : Oh, when the saints... Go marching in! Ohhhh, when the saints go marching innnn... Oh, how I want to be in that number... Wheeeeen the saints go marching in! I've got a fever, and the only prescription is more Muton, Baby! : We've got Mad Love for the Muton!
IT WAS AT THAT POINT THAT PRIVATE JENSEN UNDERSTOOD WHY THEY NEEDED A SECRET CODE-WORD BEFORE OPENING THE FRONT DOOR...
: What did those neighborhood kidsssss leave on my front porch thissss time? That'sssss why I am paying thessssse doltsssss! I have moronsssss on my payroll!
Yay! Demoralize... American... consumerism... something... and all that crap! Now, hit me with some more of that yummy "smoothie", my man! (Sometimes it's really good to be a killer android with ties to global extremist terrorist organizations!)
TOMORROW : DAY THREE & EVEN FRESHER SHENANIGANS, EXTREME MUTON MAYHEM, EVEN MORE INSIDIOUS EVIL... YADA YADA YADA...(Man, I had better keep my day job!)[/size]
IT WAS AT THAT POINT THAT PRIVATE JENSEN UNDERSTOOD WHY THEY NEEDED A SECRET CODE-WORD BEFORE OPENING THE FRONT DOOR...
DAY THREE The invasion of Ohio continues as Muton embarks on a... safari (?!?) with Recondo (?!?) in Baltimore "Cow Town", Ohio (?!?)... (Say what?!? Okay! That does it! I give up!)
Anyway... Action Force gives Recondo, Ripcord, B.A.T. (v.2) and Muton a warm send off as they begin their Baltimore safari. : Pimpin' ride, Recondo! : Man, I'll bet the chicks really dig this "babe magnet"! : Man, that Muton is a god! I wish I could bronze him! : Back up, boys! You'll rust all my chrome with your hot breath! : ... : Yeah! What the handicapped guy said! : I believe he is expressing interest in locating an unoccupied lavatory rather quickly... : Woof! Woof! : You know something, Stalker? Junkyard barks like that only when there is great danger approaching -- something on the magnitude of an earthquake or killer asteroid wiping out the entire human species... : Or it could be that bucket of spicy chicken wings I just gave the poor pooch... Which would mean that Snake-Eyes isn't the only one who will need a "lavatory" soon!
Ah! There is nothing like Ohio's rich farmlands and grazing pastures in which to observe the rich bounty of nature's woodland and domesticated creatures...
Poor sap! He never stood a chance... But it is the role of the observer never to interfere with the nature of Nature... : I am your king! You must obey my every whim! AAAAGGH! I can't feel my face!
Not sure what the deal is with "His Nibs" in the suit, but if the little guy wants a job in U.S. of freakin' A., I'm sure the Red Shadows can hook him up...
I heard you missed me, Scarlett... I'M BACK... Yep, it's good to return. What a long, strange trip it's been... : The stench of Mr. Death is heavy upon this tin man! : Junkyard! Leave the Muton's butt alone! Bad dog! Bad dog!
DAY FOUR Sadly, the invasion of Ohio appears to have become a tactical impossibility. Somewhat discouraged, yet enjoying the companionship of a new mate, Muton prepares himself for the next leg of his journey. This will be a sad day, as he says fond goodbyes and settles some gambling debts... Yet, there are still surprises waiting in store for our traveling mechanoid... (You know, I think we might have seen a little more bloodshed if that stupid Muton had actually tried to, say, attack something or someone!... And Thomas doesn't count! [sigh!])
Hey, down there! Yes, that's right! You two of a freakishly misshapen nature!
I don't believe my cybernetically enhanced sensors! Yonder arboreal dwelling mortal appears to match the description of the original Action Man! ...Setting phasers on "emasculate"...
Heh. Heh. No need for overt hostilities toward my... (cough) "little Joe", fellas! I'm actually the original 12" G.I. Joe. I know it can be hard for collectors to tell Action Man and myself apart, but let's just say that it would take you a lot longer to...er, remove my... "manhood"... than it would Action Man's! Ha! Ha!
IT WAS AT THAT POINT THAT PRIVATE JENSEN UNDERSTOOD WHY THEY NEEDED A SECRET CODE-WORD BEFORE OPENING THE FRONT DOOR...
Action Force STILL Needs You! 
: We are humbly honored by your presence, Muton-san! Come, rest your feet and partake of some sweetened rice wine.
: Yay, Muton! Go team!
: Did I blend the "smoothie" good?
: Yeah, buddy! (hic!) Just right!
: Whoo, boy... I'm "flying" already! Out of sight!
: They never make that big a deal about me... (sniff)
: What'ssss all the noissssse? I wassss on a conference call with Ted Warner!
: Hey... Muton! Ya wanna... (hic!) jump in the Hyena wif us... cruise for chicks... an' then peel out on Duke's... lawn? (hic!)
: Pimpin' ride, Recondo!
: Man, I'll bet the chicks really dig this "babe magnet"!
: Man, that Muton is a god! I wish I could bronze him!
: Back up, boys! You'll rust all my chrome with your hot breath!
: ...
: Yeah! What the handicapped guy said!
: I believe he is expressing interest in locating an unoccupied lavatory rather quickly...
: Woof! Woof!
: You know something, Stalker? Junkyard barks like that only when there is great danger approaching -- something on the magnitude of an earthquake or killer asteroid wiping out the entire human species...
: Or it could be that bucket of spicy chicken wings I just gave the poor pooch... Which would mean that Snake-Eyes isn't the only one who will need a "lavatory" soon!
