Prebattle:

With a shriek, Mek boy Vern kicks one of the Gretchen struggling to move the Zzap gun into position guarding the bridge. “Hurry up ya gits!” he shouts. “We don’t got no time to waste with yer useless hides”. The Gretchen crew finally settle the gun into position, and Vern humphs his satisfaction. With a loud snnnnnapp Vern engages the custom force field on his back, and a transparent greenish energy field materializes over their position.

Down below, Goober the Mek is pleased to see the greenish glow engulf himself as well, as he checks the fuel valves on the burnas the boyz he’s with are wearing. “bout dang time,” he mutters, “Bob sayz da ‘umies have hit just near here, and could be heading this way  - Nothing like a good Zzap gun wit ‘umies around.” Finishing the boyz, Goober checks his own burna with a gout of flame that reflecting evilly in his eye. “Nuthin’ like a good burna either!”

Across the street, a small mob of boys settle themselves into a sandbag emplacement, slapping clips into their shootas , readying their rokkit launchas, and bragging about how many ‘umies they were going to kill. “Dum gits,” Goober says, “I hope they got enough sense to actually hit wat dey shoot at.”