[center][h2]Krunk-Mobile, Prisoner Bay[/h2]
[sub]ALL UNITS... Wait a sec?[/sub][/center]

Krunklets swarmed the upper balcony from either side, squeezing their way past eachother along the walk-way's thin surface area. They had just about had it with this intruder/prisoner/asshole and were poised to attack once again, but he asked for his weapons instead of tearing through their ranked like a deranged drunkard. They all stopped in their tracks, tripping over each other and rolling clumsily along the heads of their allies. For a second, they were confused on how to approach the situation. One Krunklet rubbed the bottom half of his grated face cover with two stubby fingers and waddled towards the balcony. He hopped up a couple times until he was able to manage his upper half above the railing to look at Dr.Krink.

"Sir, he says he wants his weapons!" The little soldier shouted. Dr. Krink looked up at the soldier in utter disbelief before slamming his golden helmet with both hands repeatedly.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? SUBDUE HIM! DON'T LET HIM GET TO THE STORAGE BAY BELOW-DECK!" Krink shouted, once again saying just a tad too much. Of course, without delay, the swarm of little ball-men charge down the walk-way and attempted to dog-pile the pillow-starved red mage. 

The Krunk-mobile itself was now only minutes away from Lord Krunk's fortress. Gee, I wonder what's in there?