*The driller lands on the ground after hitting the mech, rolls over several times and lands the right way up*
*The sheep hastily roll down the windows as some of them feel sick*
Hedgerow: "Bad taste??? I''ll give you bad taste!" *He picks up a rotten apple anther sheep left in the driller and throws it directly at Flame's mouth*
*The green sheep don't attack the rest of FlameForce, as some of them still feel queasy and the others know that some of the orange sheep like their opera*
*Drakoth appears to watch the action, as he has been bored of late.*
*A couple of the green sheep put on a personal opera performance for him*
*The driller lands on the ground after hitting the mech, rolls over several times and lands the right way up*
*The sheep hastily roll down the windows as some of them feel sick*
Hedgerow: "Bad taste??? I''ll give you bad taste!" *He picks up a rotten apple anther sheep left in the driller and throws it directly at Flame's mouth*
*The green sheep don't attack the rest of FlameForce, as some of them still feel queasy and the others know that some of the orange sheep like their opera*
*Somehow Flame manages to keep his mouth shut long enough to not eat the apple. He squishes it with his hoof.*
Flame yells at his army, "WHY ARE YOU ALL JUST STANDING THERE?! ATTACK THE GREEN SHEEP!!"
Colonel Violet: "We might be able to address this peacefully." *she addresses the green sheep* "What is it you want to do with General Flame?"
*Hedgerow is very disappointed, but also very pleased as he hadn't realised Flame could keep his mouth shut for that long*
*The sheep reply to Violet through another opera*
Sheep: "Ee-vil, ee-vil, EEE-vil is the metal music he listens to!"
*Hedgerow is very disappointed, but also very pleased as he hadn't realised Flame could keep his mouth shut for that long*
*The sheep reply to Violet through another opera*
Sheep: "Ee-vil, ee-vil, EEE-vil is the metal music he listens to!"
*It's difficult, but he can with enough incentive*
Violet: "Yes, but what are you wanting to do about it?"
*Hedgerow starts talking into his walkie talkie rather suspiciously*
Sheep: "Evil, evil radios we shall remove. And fit this replacement, to the general reprove!"
*One of the sheep holds up a brand new green radio, still in its box. The box explains that it has several hundred stations available, all of which exclusively play opera. Of the radio stations solely features songs by the green sheep. It would seem them intend to put this radio inside the general's mech*
*It's difficult, but he can with enough incentive*
Violet: "Yes, but what are you wanting to do about it?"
*Hedgerow starts talking into his walkie talkie rather suspiciously*
Sheep: "Evil, evil radios we shall remove. And fit this replacement, to the general reprove!"
*One of the sheep holds up a brand new green radio, still in its box. The box explains that it has several hundred stations available, all of which exclusively play opera. Of the radio stations solely features songs by the green sheep. It would seem them intend to put this radio inside the general's mech*
*General Flame, having several things he wants to scream about right now, ends up just screaming a scream*
Violet: "Be reasonable, Flame. We've been getting along well with the green sheep, and that's more important than your music."
Flame: "WHY DO YOU WANT TO ALLY WITH THEM?! THEY LIKE FIZZY LEMONADE!!"
*Hedgerow starts talking into his walkie talkie rather suspiciously*
Sheep: "Evil, evil radios we shall remove. And fit this replacement, to the general reprove!"
*One of the sheep holds up a brand new green radio, still in its box. The box explains that it has several hundred stations available, all of which exclusively play opera. Of the radio stations solely features songs by the green sheep. It would seem them intend to put this radio inside the general's mech*
*General Flame, having several things he wants to scream about right now, ends up just screaming a scream*
Violet: "Be reasonable, Flame. We've been getting along well with the green sheep, and that's more important than your music."
Flame: "WHY DO YOU WANT TO ALLY WITH THEM?! THEY LIKE FIZZY LEMONADE!!"
*A helicopter flies overhead, fitted with a small rapid-fire cannon that shoots hundreds of apples at Flame's mouth*
Green sheep: "Actually, evil, evil, cloudy leomade is not! If a substance is nice, we drink it; why not?"
Hedgerow: "That is correct. We drink both types of lemonade; it's the Leprechauns that only drink it fizzy. That's why they're always so hyperactive."
*A helicopter flies overhead, fitted with a small rapid-fire cannon that shoots hundreds of apples at Flame's mouth*
Green sheep: "Actually, evil, evil, cloudy leomade is not! If a substance is nice, we drink it; why not?"
Hedgerow: "That is correct. We drink both types of lemonade; it's the Leprechauns that only drink it fizzy. That's why they're always so hyperactive."
*Flame doesn't notice and ends up with a few in his mouth* *if these apples are also rotten, he spits them out and has a new thing to scream about*
Wait, did they change their mind about "EVIL, EVIL, EVIL IN A CUP!"?
*They are indeed rotten*
Hedgerow: "Ah, you're thinking of the part of the army led by Brigadier-General Clover. They (and most other green sheep) have a vendetta against cloudy lemonade. My division, however, like all types of lemonade."
*Flame doesn't notice and ends up with a few in his mouth* *if these apples are also rotten, he spits them out and has a new thing to scream about*
Wait, did they change their mind about "EVIL, EVIL, EVIL IN A CUP!"?
*They are indeed rotten*
Hedgerow: "Ah, you're thinking of the part of the army led by Brigadier-General Clover. They (and most other green sheep) have a vendetta against cloudy lemonade. My division, however, like all types of lemonade."
*Flame guzzles a jug of non-fizzy lemonade to get rid of the taste*
*Colonel Violet turns to Flame* "See, these green sheep are reasonable."
Flame: "IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THEY LIKE NON-FIZZY! THEY LIKE FIZZY! YOU JUST WANT THEM TO TAKE MY RADIO, DON'T YOU??"
Hedgerow: "Ah, you're thinking of the part of the army led by Brigadier-General Clover. They (and most other green sheep) have a vendetta against cloudy lemonade. My division, however, like all types of lemonade."
*Flame guzzles a jug of non-fizzy lemonade to get rid of the taste*
*Colonel Violet turns to Flame* "See, these green sheep are reasonable."
Flame: "IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THEY LIKE NON-FIZZY! THEY LIKE FIZZY! YOU JUST WANT THEM TO TAKE MY RADIO, DON'T YOU??"
*Violet knows better than to answer*
*A kindly bright orange sheep that wasn't there a moment ago offers him another jug*
*The green sheep start installing the new radio while Flame is busy shouting*
He squishes it with his hoof.*
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