Captain Oarsum: ...Stout never stood a chance. I knew where he was going to be before he did. So I whacked him in the manberries and flipped him into the shark tank; which yielded odd results.
Private Stout: Oh Crap.
Young Lieutenant Oarsum: Well that’s magnificent but how am I going to explain this unholy peeper?
Hellyoda: Fetching, it is. Draw focus it will.
Captain Oarsum: And correct, he was.
The training was varied and the treatment bizarre.
There was, what he called, Gamma radiation thearapy...
And daemon blood transfusion...
... it made us superhuman in strength, alacrity, and resilience.
Then he sent us off to make room for some Canadian lumberjacks who needed to learn how to fly a canoe home in time for Christmas.
And so we bid him farewell and took the portal back to Spain.
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