madskillz on 07 March 2009
Ace leaps atop the mothra, grabs the mothra's upper lip and opened the boylan bottle with the mothra's teeth.
The humid air had nearly sapped Ace's energy. The drink boosted his energy to keep fighting.
"Your moma wears combat boots!" he screams, peppering the mothra with deadly laser beams.
Wilco looked up. "Dude, I need to quit smoking that stuff. Are you fighting a doggone mothra?!"
"Shut up, slime!" a DEA agent said, putting his knee on Wilco's neck.
