As you lay prostrate before Bud's tank, visions of newspaper headlines, such as "One-Man Protest Acheives Peace" and "Brad Conquers Bud - with Love", dance in your head.

    You start singing a folky ad-lib protest song:

    "Gonna lie in front of the big ol' tank
    This boat of peace, you just can't sank
    If we don't let the world know where it's at
    One day we all just gonna get squashed flat..."

    You try to come up with more, but the sound of Bud's tank shifting into gear distracts you.

    Setting aside your fear, you belt out:

    "Just like in the 60s, we'll stand for what's right
    Even if we gotta lie in front of a tank all night
    We'll sing and shmoke doo--AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

    <<shplut>>

    A small headline on page two of the next day's Sharon advocate reads: "Human Pancake Discovered on Local Yard".
 

Your final score is:

108