"Shields are now down to 10 sir. One more shot and we're dead."

The captain Rongoth shook his head. This just wasn't happening!

"This isn't happening! I thought I was the good guy! I thought I was the HERO!"

Rongoth slammed his head into the wall suddenly he felt very dizzy.

"We are the good guys sir."

"I know son, I know. But that's the problem!"

"Sir?"

Rongoth stumbled over to a chair and plopped down in it.

"What I mean is that the small good guys always die, AWAYS! And if I'm not the hero…I'M GOING TO DIE!"

"But sir, you said it was glorious to die."

"As a one of the heroes, yes it is. But not if you're a small guy, you die fast, baneful and or ugly death."

Just as he finished his sentience the holograph popped up with an image of Pooh with his and in a honey pot.

"NOW! Surrender and you will not die."

Rongoth sighed.

"I can't do that."

"Yes you can."

"NO! I can't! I'm a good guy, I can't."

Pooh frowned.

"I really wish you 'GOOD GUYS' would quit doing that and come to your senses. It wastes so much honey."

With that the holograph tuned off.