“Kyle! Anti-tank!” Reginald screamed.
“Any last words, desktop worm?” Old Rusty’s voice crackled through the speaker drivers.
POOF.
“Wiggle,” Reginald said, loading a bazooka, “there is no ‘too much’ when you can call in a napalm strike from a flying toilet.”
Wrigglesworth’s final words: “That’s not even biologically—” worms w.m.d pc
“Bartholomew, you beautiful idiot,” Slimeball muttered.
The human—a lanky creature named Kyle—finally clicked. The screen flashed. The familiar, chaotic jingle of Worms W.M.D. erupted from the speakers. Reginald felt the sacred tingle of digital incarnation. In a puff of pixelated smoke, he materialized on a 2.5D battlefield: a suburban backyard, complete with a trampoline, a garden gnome, and a suspiciously placed oil drum. “Kyle
The opened.
“Kyle! Anti-tank!” Reginald screamed.
“Any last words, desktop worm?” Old Rusty’s voice crackled through the speaker drivers.
POOF.
“Wiggle,” Reginald said, loading a bazooka, “there is no ‘too much’ when you can call in a napalm strike from a flying toilet.”
Wrigglesworth’s final words: “That’s not even biologically—”
“Bartholomew, you beautiful idiot,” Slimeball muttered.
The human—a lanky creature named Kyle—finally clicked. The screen flashed. The familiar, chaotic jingle of Worms W.M.D. erupted from the speakers. Reginald felt the sacred tingle of digital incarnation. In a puff of pixelated smoke, he materialized on a 2.5D battlefield: a suburban backyard, complete with a trampoline, a garden gnome, and a suspiciously placed oil drum.
The opened.