I stared at the rusted old sign. YOU ARE

I stared at the rusted old sign. YOU ARE ONLY PERMITTED TO LEAVE THE COMPOUND WHEN ACCOMPANIED BY A GUARDIAN.

Scanning the scene, all I could find were the Avengers. They would be useless here. Well, perhaps there was another way through. I began walking along the perimeter fence.

guard hut hoping to take out the guards. But, alas, it was a store room full of refridgeration devices. This gave me an idea, so I sneaked inside and

a gross fat woman burping on the couch said, "Yo!" Once inside the storeroom of refridgeration devices I rigged up a way to get past the guards in the hut. I used the freon to

freeze the blades long enough to chip off a bit of a blade. Something that would look like a normal material failure. He figured he had a 3 minute window to get past the guards. En

garde!, he yelled inwardly as he tiptoed past the guard station and into the great machinery he was to sabotage. Sticking his wooden leg to still the mighty propeller, he hit at

the flange motor 'til he outward belt twanged out. "Hah! Take that, ass-bag! I triumph over technology again!" So he thought, but the propeller chipped his peg leg somethin' fierce

cleanly cut that wooden bad boy into two. "danggit! this bastard got my leg!" the leg was cleanly split and

stacked with all of our other prosthetic limbs into a neat pile, which provided much warmth in our stove through the bitter winter. And all it cost us was an arm and a leg.