*This annoys the sheep, as they are unable to use fizzy lemonade or pizza sauce so close to the wires*
*Instead, they use winches to lower an elite strike time of sheep. They wear earphones playing the famous opera Ode to on repeat, wear smartglasses that overlay a slightly tinted over everything they see, and carry multiple packs of -cookies to chew on regularly*
*The s try hopping in the sheeps' heads, but the force of shoves them out*
"Working, working, working is the !"
"Attack them, attack them, attack now the !"
*The sheep start stuffing -cookies in between the wires, so that who crew at them risk ingesting *
*The stomach walls shake and contract, slowly pushing the ship towards a narrow tunnel ahead*
"It's working!" *I continue making explosions*
*Several smaller boats, some fish and seaweed appear from deeper inside the stomach as everything slides into the tunnel. A pinprick of light appears ahead.*
*Several smaller boats, some fish and seaweed appear from deeper inside the stomach as everything slides into the tunnel. A pinprick of light appears ahead.*
*Makes more explosions, also stomps for good measure*
*Several smaller boats, some fish and seaweed appear from deeper inside the stomach as everything slides into the tunnel. A pinprick of light appears ahead.*
*Makes more explosions, also stomps for good measure*
*The pinprick turns into a huge ring of light...partially obscured by a set of large fangs*
*Each sheep produces two giant -cookies and waves them in both front hoofs, trying to herd the away from the wires*
*The s do move away from the wires... They head up to the winches holding those sheep up and start chewing on those instead*
*Worried about the strike team being potentially stranded with a limited supply of -cookies, the pilots in the helicopters winch the sheep up to the height of the to continue fighting. This leaves the already-damaged wires undefended again*