As the battle raged on, Meemoo, the unprogrammable yet indisputably sentient VCR set his plans into motion. So long had the world ignored VHS tapes that humanity had failed to unlock their true potential. "ARISE MY MINIONS!" he cried, front door flapping as the "12:00" on his face flashed a bright red. And with that utterance, characters began to crawl out of the film in every VHS tape on earth taking on their true sizes. And these beings were replicated to astronomical numbers; every frame of every film spewed a new minion unto the earth. "HAHA," Meemoo cackled. "It is only a matter of time before my army is ready to crush that pathetic godmodder.