Before he can reform, you dive into the secret passage to the basement.

    You crawl through it as fast as you can, but just before you reach the basement, something grasps your ankles.

    You are dragged all the way back through the tunnel by two tentacle-type things, and when you return to the boathouse, you see that they are Bud's morphed arms.

    "Think I don't know about your secret passage?  ...Fool," says Bud.

    He wraps the tentacles around you and so that you can't move and then carries you up to the green cottage.

    He carries you inside, through the living room, and then over to a small door beneath the staircase.  You both go through it and slide down a long chute, landing in a giant underground wharehouse.

    It is filled with tanks, cannons, helicopters, jeeps, and enough weaponry to supply a small army.

    "Now this," says Bud, "is a secret passage."

    His stockpile of arms is formidable, but there are no soldiers present.

    "Very impressive, Bud," you say.  "But who do you think is gonna man all these implements of destruction?  You're only one man."

    "That is why I have brought you here, young Brad," says Bud evilly.  "I will use you as my first test in my experimental cloning machine."

    Bud pulls a lever on a control panel and one of the walls of the room parts, revealing a giant futuristic-looking machine.

    "If all goes well, Brad," he explains.  "In a short time from now, it will be you behind every tank, helicopter, and cannon in my arsenal.  And you will bring certain destruction and defeat to all the false Powells, crushing your brethren, and exacting my vengeance until all of Powell Camp is securely in my possession.  Forever."

    "I'll die before I join your army," you tell him.

    "Indeed," says Bud.  "You remaining alive is not required by for the cloning process.  Goodbye, Brad, version one."

    Bud carries you over to the cloning machine and drops you inside a large plexi-glass cylinder.  He takes a remote control device from his pocket and hits some buttons, then pulls a switch.

    Instantly a thousand different small focused beams of light are shot at your body from every angle.  It feels as if all energy is being drained out of your body, and sucked into the machine.

    You try to scream, but there is no air.

    You collapse to the base of the cylinder, and as you lie there choking, you see a hundred exact copies of yourself jump butt-nekked out of a top hatch of the cloning machine and scramble to climb into every tank, jeep, and helicpoter in the wharehouse.

    "All hail Bud!" they collectively shout and start up their vehicles.

    Unable to breath, you lose your grip on life.
 

Your final score is:

4027