"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.
