Bud rumbles the tank right up to the line of asses facing him.

    He aims the turret down right against Poppy's ass, and then...

    <<PLOOP!>>

    fires right into Poppy's anus.

    The force knocks Poppy forward hard, but the rest of you keep him from flying forward.

    In fact, you thrust him back toward the tank with a great strength.

    Poppy, grunting loudly, fires the shell right back out of his anus!

    <<POOM!>>

    Blowing the tank into pieces.

    "Hey, we did it," you say.

    You look down and see Poppy on the ground, and fear the worst.

    But slowly he gets back up onto his feet with Ghandi and BOOG's assitance.

    "Yes, Brad" says Poppy.  "We did it...  But it's not over.  Bud and his kind will return.  For they are an evil that artillery alone cannot vanquish... and he is hell-bent on seeing Powell Camp fall into the the hands of the other side of the family."

    You nod.

    "The price of Powell Camp," says Poppy, "is eternal vigilence."

    The four of you shake hands, and then Poppy goes back inside and watches golf on TV.

    BOOG gets in a car and drives to his jazz-harpist girlfriend's house in Summerville.

    Ghandi goes to play some basketball with Milton.

    And you head down to the basement, because sometimes the price of eternal vigilence is a long evening nap.