Staring at her ample bosom, he daydreamed

Staring at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his Triumph Spitfire, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands

& a way overdue lube job. "Yes," he murmured as he leaned over her "engine," tweaking the nut on each carburetor with a flick of his wrist. The Triumph Spitfire engine purred under

his gentle & experienced hands. He knew the Spitfire was properly lubricated now, so he gave the "gas pedal" a little push to rev the "engine". The Spitfire immediately "redlined"

which is a Wonderbolts' term for "going down in flames". He readjusted his perception on how good an idea trying to ride the Spitfire was, then the Soarin doused him with water.

He shot Soarin with a dragon-tooth shot from a saphire cannon. Yellow blood sprayed in a cloud over the dark wood hills. That's when the root soldiers appeared with their manacing

prehensile roots, which shot out and began to choke him. He couldn't simply disconnect them from the root soldiers, since the roots became autonomous once disconnected. He would ne

Ver let the root soldiers go into combat until they had uniforms and pesticide proof gear. Lt. Potatohead was a genius at military strategy, assisted by Sgt. Rutabaga. 2016 was the

combination on the school locker's lock. It had a special face; it was a circular slide rule. That raised the stakes. That meant somebody heavy was involved. When Capt. Yam brought

in all his men and horse, everyone of them covered in egg, & announced that they had captured the spy, Tomato, and would have him in his command tent by nightfall. He asked how to