In a dark mysterious place, several cloaked figures gather..infact to be precise there were seven of them, slowly making their way through the room to a washing machine that will mask their conversation.
Testing...testing...one..excuse me..pardon me...fire the heat seeking toilet paper...three....
Hello my Fellow Von's it great to see you all gathered here, our name will be changed to The Dark Wing and we will ravage our enemies like there is no tommorrow!
*Group cheer's in a whisper*
*whisper- Cough...oh ok there is a tommorrow number 4
Sorry there will be a tommorrow, but they will wish there wasnt!
*mumbles of agreement*
All of you man, your ships and prepare for WAR!!!!!!
We will be Victorius!
The seven stampede out of the basement in a great rush, only to get jammed in the door way.
ONE AT A TIME, me first now let me just get my arm out of there and arrrh my leg.
The sceen continue's for ten minutes as they manage to un-tangle.
Two fruits from the local navy.. (navy?) were sent to to whatever god they believe, this shall serve a message to the who-ho cops not to mess with the hessians. Berlin is Ours!