Today, a full day after the battle of today had begun, the battle of today continued. Throughout the night, strobe lights bathed the streets and the walls of the buildings, as the jolly crusaders fought in their epic struggle against the alien invaders. The sound of the battle roared throughout the city of walls upon walls upon walls upon walls upon walls upon walls upon walls upon etc. It sounded something like this:
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52Ai6wGOFAE[/youtube]

Terrifyingly gruesome, that. Sounds like a horde of angelic choirs being slapped lightly with a tuna-cat sandwich, one by one, until the very last to be slapped with the tuna-cat-bologna sandwich breaks out into a song and dance number, where there are words of rain and sunshine and happiness and sadness and anger and regret and love and murder and golf and so many other wondrous things. But then, before that last angelic choir can finish this majestic number, the peanut-butter-tuna-cat-bologna sandwich is crammed into their pants and they are left feeling really, really, awkward.

That's what it sounds like. I swear. You don't believe me? Have a listen. Go ahead. No no no, go on, I'll wait. [s]You've wasted enough of my time already.[/s] Still don't believe me? Fine, I don't even care. Moving on!

If one looked to where the knights and aliens were engaged in epic battle of the gravest severity and seriousness, one could see that the knights were totally pwning the shit out of the illegally illegal (Isn't that a double negative?) space alien invaders in a classic Earth-style dance-off. 

- What? You think they've got some sort of home-field advantage? Pfft, unlikely. This battle has been rigorously tested for bias multiple times already, all were negative. Now where was I, before I was so rudely interrupted...? Ah! Yes...

The jolly cooperating crusaders had cleared the floor as a large knight stepped forth from amidst many similarly sized knights. Wait... does that mean he's not large? Oh, no, wait - my bad - it was actually a knight among the midget brigade of crusading jolly-waggers. The little shining warrior waltzed out onto the floor, accompanied by two other knightly crusaders of similar stature, and gestured to the knight with their Blue battle standard depicting a triangle around a me gusta moon and to the knight holding the boombox, who were the same person after all. Bam, super-hero identity DISCOVERED! 

Err... Anyways, the knightly DJ, let's call him "DJ", clicked a button on his boombox to switch songs to play the song that you've been hearing, and gave one hell of a badass two-eyed wink to the short-statured knights on the dance floor. Upon hearing the music change, the little bros of jolly knightingness broke out into the most masterful and amazing breakdance ever seen. So magnificent were their skills, that the eyes of all the aliens melted right out of their skulls, and down their scalp, and across their eyes, and over their toes, and then under their teeth. The battle of today would soon be won today, and if not today, then slightly after today when today is coming to and end at the end of this day, today.