"Hey, Mr. Buttpoop Gorton Fishdick!" you yell.  "Whenever you think you're man enough, you just go ahead and fire that there tank at us, and see what we care."

    You stand there shaking your fist at the tank, and then you look around and realize that Poppy, BOOG, and Ghandi are all bent over, mooning Bud a third time.

    <<BANG!>>

    The tank fires and hits you in the chest, ripping you in two.

    "Dayum," comments Ghandi.

    "What'd he say?" asks Poppy.  "Fishdick?"
 

The End
 
You have died.

Your final score is:
300

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