Gah! My fortress is under attack! I've gotta-
*Doorbell rings*
Oh, jeez, okay, who could that be?
Man: Delivery of a minion-spawner for a Mister COR 2000?
COR: Oh, that's me, that's me right here, I'll sign that! There we go, now I'll be taking this, and tou-de-lou!
Man: Kay, great. [sup]Now how do i get out of this mall?[/sup]
Alright then, lesse... Insert DNA, okay.... Select number of minions... Er, 25000, alright, there we go. Now then, men: Assume defensive positions! Man the Tank! Repel the invader!