Laboring mightily, the sky pirate 'Crimson Blossom of Woe' threads her tortuous way through the mountains and onward toward the unsuspecting target...sails spanked by the cold winds...cruel Cluster Canisters strapped to the aft wing racks. Her crew stands their stations, alert and eager for action. Her terrifying burden of doom soon to be released in an eager ecstasy of flame.
Listen...you can just hear the deadly chugging of her twin motivators...
"Pocketa, pocketa, pocketa...".
Listen...you can just hear the deadly chugging of her twin motivators...
"Pocketa, pocketa, pocketa...".