Meanwhile, in a cabin somewhere in the mountains of Blue Moon territory, a man is on his cell phone.
"Yes, I'd like an extra large pepperoni with breadsticks and marinara."
"Sir, would you like fries with that?"
"What!? You're a pizza place! Why do you have fries!?"
"Because we feel like it sir. So, please answer the question."
Err, sorry, wrong man. Time to find another cabin. It appears there aren't many. Ah, here's one. Yes, this is the one we're supposed to be at. Inside, a sinister plot is brewing.
"Ha, and now, we will sell our product, Grad Theft Recon! There will be recolors, unoriginal dialogue and characters, racial overtones, and we'll put in some parts that were supposed to be removed but can be accessed while keeping our rating low!! Ha ha ha!! Kids everywhere will buy it and they will be negatively affected!"
Wrong sinister plot. Wow, this guy has issues. Geez, how many wrong cabins are there? If I take too long, I'll miss it. I was scheduled to come to the cabin in the mountains, but this is just weird. This must be it. Hopefully. Yes, it appears an ominous looking man is talking on a cell phone.
"Yes. Yes. Mmhm. Yup. Gotcha. Oh? …yes, I understand. Anything else? Recruit more Commanders? All right. And what was that last part? You want fries and a shake? I don't really think I can get you those. All right, I understand. Yes, that joke with the fries and the shake was quite funny. Yeah. Thanks. Bye."
Mr. Ominous hangs up his cell phone. He sits down in a chair, in front of a fire, talking to himself. "Oh geez. I have to find some COs within a month? How does he expect me to do such a thing? Oh well, I've already got a lead as to where I can find that snaky guy. That muscle head, however, I can't find. Where the heck is he?"
Cut to a highway in Orange Star. We see a fast food place, "Black Hole Fast Food." Now cut to inside, in the back, in the "kitchen" area. Here, we see Flak flipping patties. "Hey! Did he say he wanted fries?"
"Ah well, I don't think I'd bother hirin' him anyways. He's a pathetic waste who couldn't win a battle if his life depended on it. Which, come to think of it, it kinda did. I wonder why they weren't killed for incompetence. Oh well. At least the snake guy is still around. But other than him, I'll need more. I wonder how I'll find them. Well, I won't by sittin' around here. I'll have to go look." He gets up for a second, then sits back down. "In a sec."
And so, I have left you guessing as to what vicious Commanders I might be coming up with. What horrors are in store for Wars World? What impending doom awaits them? What's with the stupid rhetorical questions? Why are my chapters so short? Right then, I'm sick of firing rhetorical questions one after another. But really, my chapters will be short. Deal with it, I'm planning on making a lot of chapters.