Author's note: the timing of uploading this chapter might be beyond awful, so I apologize in advance.

In the morning, dozens of tourists and townspeople gathered around the seemingly closed restaurant, anticipating the words of the staff. The doors of the restaurant opened, with four buffoons of different sizes and shapes going out to the public. A trash can was standing near the entrance as Mosseau secretly peeked through out the whole ordeal. While George, Brane and John stopped and waited in their places, Bowser took few steps ahead and raised his arms towards them as he was about to announce something. The public quietly but tensely watched him as he spoke:

"My fellow Croatians and tourists from the lands of near and far away! Today I, the GREAT owner and one of the creators of Kornjača, Bowser, will announce that, yes, me and my crew are DEPARTING from this actually pretty nice, if not very weird country!"

"WHAT?!" yelled the public as they tried to get closer to Bowser and attempt to "interview" (in reality bomb him with related and unrelated questions) him on such a choice.

"CHILL, PEOPLE! Now let me explain! First and the most of all, just because we will be absent does not mean that Kornjača will be gone! In fact, it will stay here, unless you people decide to demolish it…..which I DO NOT RECOMMEND! Anyway, while the decision for the departure was tough, it is an utmost threshold for our incoming co-I mean, "adventures" around the world, so that the word of Kornjača shall be well known!"

The crowd calmed down. Instead with yelling, they responded with a thunderous applause for his speech. Bowser waved to them, making them cheer. The other three observed the whole situation. Brane put his arms on his waist, proudly smiling towards the public. John had a huge smile on his face and gave Brane a high-five, meanwhile George crossed his arms and leaned on the wall, watching them cheer.

"Now, before I go….I must do something VERY important, but it's not for the public ears." declared Bowser, just before he stepped to his crew and asked: "Hey, now that we're out….who's gonna take care of the restaurant?"

Just before any of his crew could've answered, the Czech and Polish tourist appeared right next to them, with both of them having crossed their arms.

"We shall volunteer, providers of exquisite food!" offered the Polish tourist as he raised his fist up in the air.

"Hmmpf...Since you two were the first ones to taste our grand delicacies, I shall give you permission to take care of it!" said Bowser as he gently shook their hands.

"You better not let everythin' go to waste, capisce?" warned George as he turned his head and glared at them.

"George! How could you say such stuff? I guarantee you they won't ruin our business!"

"While we understand that we are on high pedestal after your success, we will give you a word of a true man and will run this place as successfully as you!" promised the Polish tourist while the Czech tourist nodded in agreement.

"Brane, here's a life lesson for you: never underestimate the ability of someone completely ruinin' your career and potentially your life in a single decision." advised George.

"Well, it ain't that wrong, but isn't it a bit overkill to assume this about everyone?" admitted Brane as he brushed off sweat from his forehead.

"You see, you never know who's gonna do it, be it some random guy on the streets or one of your associates. It even could be anyone between us." further advised George.

"He's right, lad." quietly said Mosseau towards Brane, to which he nodded.

"Anyway, since Bowser has approved you two, I guess I'll allow it as well." said George, giving out the final needed approval. The Pole and the Czech gave each other a high-five and yelled: "YEAH!". While both of them overtook the attention of the people, Bowser and his associates went away from the public and approached the Yugo wreck. Without hesitation, Bowser lifted it with all of his strength and carried it to the nearest parking lot. Only thing that was parked there was a single but a bit modified in terms of length and width Volkswagen Type 2 Samba bus, painted in Woodland pattern and internally armed with M2 Browning heavy machine guns on each side. "KFOR" in white letters was written on one side of the bus. For the sake of simplicity, John calls it "Bendigo". Bowser put down the Yugo wreckage and cracked his fingers.

"Does anybody here have any idea where should I put this?" asked Bowser as he observed the Bendigo.

"On the roof, I would say." answered John.

"Yeah, but how is to gonna stay in one-" further asked Bowser, just before John pulled out a duct tape out of his jacket, much to his surprise. After that, Bowser gently placed the wreck on the Bendigo's roof.

"Always be prepared for everything." said John as he taped Yugo on the roof to prevent further accidents. He also opened the door of Bendigo, letting everyone inside. Aside from the installed machine guns, only the driver's seat and the seat next to it remained in order to make space in the bus. Although Bowser had slight difficulties entering the vehicle, there was enough space between his bulky head and the ceiling, much to his relief. He was the first one to enter the vehicle, with Mosseau and George following him afterwards. John took over the driver's seat while Brane sat next to him. Starting up the engine, he grabbed the steering wheel with his massive, muscular, hairy hands and prepared his foot on the pedal, just as he asked:

"Mates, where shall we go now?"

"TO THE SCRAPYARD!" commanded Bowser as stomped with his foot and raised his fist slightly above his head, just to not hit the roof.

"Aight then." said Sniper Mad John as he stepped on the gas, set up some 60's and 70's psychedelic rock about and drove off all the way to Makarska. When they arrived to the town, they searched for the nearest scrapyard, driving around the city like they were secretly patrolling the town. Once they finally found the closest scrapyard with a cut in half Volkswagen Beetle, which its left side faced away from it, as a sign, they parked their Bendigo right in front of the entrance, squeezed through the other (much more modern) automobiles and walked out of it. John took a swiss army knife out of his jacket and cut the tapes from the wreck, letting Bowser take it from the roof. As the went through the entrance of the scrapyard filled with rusty Renault 4's (also known as "Katrca"), Zastava 750's, fellows Zastava Yugo's and other automobiles from the eras such as 60's, 70's and 90's, Bowser put down the wreckage of Brane's Yugo in some gap between the walls of wrecked cars. The moment of silence followed as everyone looked down towards the wreck.

Suddenly, Bowser lunged towards the wreck and smashed with his arm, looking almost beastly in the process. Steam fumed through his nostrils as he took his breaths heavily. Brane's irises shrunk as he froze in place, John's jaw dropped, George just amusingly but bafflingly observed the whole situation and Mosseau just went: "Oh me!"

"YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERY HEADACHE YOU GAVE ME, YOU FOUR WHEELED DISASTROUS, PATHETIC DISGRACE OF A CAR!" shouted Bowser as he started pummeling the wreck his his iron-like fists. As if his fists weren't enough, he further continued to blast the poor car by stomping on it with his lumbering feet, further crushing the metal. Mosseau just cheered for him, yelling: "GO, GET THAT MECHANICAL FUCKTWAT! MAKE IT FEEL LIKE IT WOULD HAVE A BETTER PLACE TO MALFUNCTION IN HELL!"

With each blow, the ground shook a bit and the noise traveled through the approximate distance of a football stadium. The not so slight shock waves of his clobbering had a much lower radius than the noise, but it did cause near driving cars to jump up a bit, much to the confusion of the drivers. The owner of the scrapyard stomped out of the house and approached Brane, witnessing the carnage of his own car.

"Pa što ovi je poludio?" asked the owner, as he pointed towards the raging turtle.

"Nee, on samo frustracije svoje van dava." explained Brane, doing gestures with his hands.

"I do not know your language, but yes." leaned George towards the owner.

"Ali zašto? Zašto to radi?" further asked the owner as he grabbed his head in disbelief.

"Glavobolje, bi reko." answered Brane as he crossed his arms and smirked.

As they had their discussion, Bowser rendered the wreckage into a small cube. He grabbed it and prepared to spit out fire from his mouth, but Brane saw his incoming actions and yelled: "BEZ VATRA!"

"….WHAT?!" asked Bowser, confused at him.

"Oh….sorry, I've meant to say no fire." clarified Brane.

"Hmmpf…." grumbled Bowser as he squashed the cube to the smallest possible size and threw it to the pile of other wrecks. He exhaled one breath in relief and walked towards them in a slightly relaxed mood.

"Brane, I hope you didn't have an….attachment to your car, right?" said John as he gave a pat on Brane's shoulder.

"Nah, friend. Only thing I'll lose from this is the nostalgia of the older days, but we must move on. We can't dwell about the past when we can make a change today. Besides, it's not called "The worst car of the millennium" without a reason!" elaborated Brane. The owner just stared, bewildered by everything about them.

"So...shall we go now?" asked Bowser as he crossed his arms pridefully. Everyone in his group nodded and left the scrapyard, leaving the owner speechless. As they entered their Bendigo and drove away, the owner entered his own house and sighed:

"Ludaki jedni."

Bendigo drove away from Makarska as they went to the direction to Promajna. Slowly rolling downhil, they went through this rather small, but exquisite looking town near the coast, filled with tourists, shops, cars and boats of the old and modern age, although the roads were in a need for

maintenance. The visit ended quickly as they rolled away, now on the "yet to be fixed by authorities" path. After some time, they finally stopped in a close range of the ship. All of them stepped out of the Bendigo and saw something that they did not really expect:

The ship was covered by seagulls, squawking everywhere as loud as possible, but for some reason their rears were facing towards the sea, not the ship. Jaguar Mk1 seemed to be covered by a white, rather stainless tarp.

Bowser took breath and yelled:

"SHOOOOOOOO!"

The marine based avian hindrances flocked away as far from the turtle as possible, squawking all the way through. While Brane and John stared with their wide eyes, George scratched his beard and thought about something. Mosseau missed out the mass flocking due being too busy drinking the leftovers of one of his last Rakija bottles.

"Hmmpf. I bet those two BONEHEADS are involve-" rumbled Bowser, just before he abruptly stopped just before the pebble-infested beach. "NO!"

"Oh hey, looks like you visited your friends again." nudged George at him as he spun his revolver around his finger.

"GEORGE! HOW DARE YOU!" shouted Bowser as he frustratingly pointed his index finger at him.

"Just pointin' out the truth." shrugged off George, while continuing doing not really productive stuff with his gun.

"I fail to see a problem, to be honest, but I'm pretty used to it." said Brane.

"Well, if you like PAIN WHEN WALKING, then sure, absolutely no problem for you! Once I come back, I'll replace these CURSED STONES with something less painful, but potentially still as irritating like sand!" grumbled Bowser as his irises shrunk when observing the stones.

"Well, the stones gradually turn into sand thanks to the waves." reassured Sniper Mad John as he took a glance at his briefcase he was carrying.

"In what sense…..gradually?" asked Bowser in an almost threatening tone.

"Million years." answered John as he shrugged.

"WHAT?! NO ONE HAS TIME FOR THIS, LET ALONE ME!" shouted Bowser as he flailed his arms around like a deflated balloon.

"Well, aye do." blurted out Mosseau out of a sudden. Everyone turned their heads and stared at him as he committed a monetary fraud. "Wha?"

"Of course you would. Of course. You're older than dirt" sighed George as he tapped his hat.

"Aye mean, that's not exactly false, but it is true that aye have a lot of experience in me life and a lot more blood to spill, so aye can paint me a war face, so watching how the sand is created is not on me priorities." said Mosseau, which made everyone stare calmly but bafflingly at him.

"….Of course." said everyone to him as they turned to the direction of the ship's location.

"Anyway, ENOUGH OF CHIT CHAT! It is time to lift the anchors and proceed with our quest (and my conquest)!" declared Bowser as he walked to the Bendigo. "Everyone, get in!"

And so everyone got inside the Bendigo again. Bowser grabbed it with his muscular arms, lifted it like it was nothing and leaped onto the ship, causing it to shake a bit. Once he landed, he gently put the Bendigo near the Jaguar. Everyone stepped out of the van.

"Jače! You are a real Popeye, Bows!" cheered Brane as he gave a high-five to Bowser.

"Thank you, Brane! Now you see why do I have muscles like this!" bragged Bowser as he flexed his arms.

The vibrations were enough for to make two boneheads in charge of the ship open the door of the bridge.

"Oh look, it's the turtle man again, at it with his """"macho"""" car lifting service." groaned Scrongus.

"Oh, I already know. It's something about those damned feathery bastards, isn't it?" guessed Krongus, staring at him with disdain.

"INDEED IT IS! NOW EXPLAIN YOURSELVES AND DON'T EVEN BOTHER ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER ON WHO'S GONNA DO IT!" demanded Bowser, slamming his fist onto a palm.

"The coin shall decide." George stepped right in as he pulled out his bronze cent out of his pocket.

"Boss!" both of them yelled as their hands reached towards him.

"Head for Scrongus, tail for Krongus." declared George just before he threw the coin high in the air. Everyone on broad observed the brief ascension, constantly flipping in the air and defying the breeze, as it turned into a quick descension, falling like a stone being thrown from a high tower. The coin nearly hit the floor of the ship, if George couldn't have caught it and revealed it on which side it fell.

"Tail."

Krongus smugly stepped in front of the crew and started to talk: "Allow me to explain, Don. So, while we, yes, we were watching over the ship, these seagulls just kept landing here. At first, they were just one or two, but that number just kept multiplying until every inch of fences had at least two seagulls on them. But you may think "why didn't you just fend them to go away?". Well….these were persistent son's of ruptured rectums of the avian kind. Every time we yelled "SHOOO!", they just kept coming in numbers, going "GAWK GAWK GAWK BLAAAAARUGH!" all the bloody time. In the end, we decided to just give fuckall towards the seagulls, but not before making a deal with them."

"What deal?" asked Bowser, raising his eyebrows.

"How did you even make a deal with birds?" further asked Sniper Mad John.

"BRETHREN! Aye did not know ye spoke a language of seagulls!" said Mosseau as he raised his empty bottles up in the air.

"You forgot to mention a lot of details, you credit-taking shartknuckle." complained Scrongus, tightening his fist in anger.

"Anyway, so the deal was basically this: no shitting on our ship and especially on Don's car, or else we would whack 'em with our Chicago typewriters." further elaborated Krongus.

"The thing with Tommies was MY IDEA!" yelled Scrongus as he raised his fist in the air.

"Ain't that a little too much? I mean sure seagulls can be pests a lot of times, but….massacring them?" questioned Brane as he scratched his head.

"Yeah, it's not like someone would order a seagull feast in the first place." added Bowser towards Brane's statement.

"Waste of bullets. Making waste out of birds won't make one's bones." said George with hands in his pockets. "Anyway, I'm still curious about the state of my car.".

Without another thought, Scrongus and Krongus ran towards the car and removed the tarp of it, revealing the Jag. The surface of it shined like a mirror under the sun, not a single stain or even a piece of dust was found on the car. George checked the now-revealed car, observing it like an eagle searching for its prey.

"Hmmm….Nice job, associates. For this, you two will get an equal large." praised George as he gave them each 21000 Kuna. Scrongus and Krongus lifted their fists in the air and gave each other a high-five.

"Now, shall we go on our journey and start con-exploring the world?" asked Bowser for reassurance.

"Yeah, but how will we go though?" pointed out George as he looked at the coast.

"….Urghh, sometimes I have to sacrifice my own pleasure for the sake of progression." groaned Bowser as he was about to jump of the ship and face the inevitable, but not before Sniper Mad John grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him.

"Wait, let me help, mate!" offered John as he was also about to jump off the ship.

"I suppose a little aid wouldn't hurt, but I doubt it's necessity." accepted Bowser as they leaped from the deck of the ship, landing on the beach. Predictably, Bowser's feet tasted pain from the pebbles and yelled in pain while John felt nothing, thanks to his shoes. They approached the approximate closest distance of the hull and Mad John put his arms on it, preparing for a push. However, for some reason, Bowser did not do that yet.

"On three! One! Two! T..." said John, but just as he was about to say three, Bowser suddenly pushed the ship like it was nothing and separated it from the coast. John, witnessing all of Bowser's actions, was left speechless. Just before he could say anything, Bowser grabbed him with his one arm and leaped towards the ship. Landing just in front of the Jag and Bendigo, he put down John as everyone watched. The ship slowly but surely steered away from the coast as they went in the direction of the Promajna, but they've got a visit from another similar looking but larger vessel that went in the same direction as them. The fishing boat was (over)filled with skeletons, with some of them being on the roof of the bridge.

"Eyy, boys! Our fellas are here!" one of them boneheads yelled as they looked at the crew of the opposite ship. "Get some of our boys there!"

As ships of similar classes approached each other as close as possible, some of the skeletal individuals started jumping over on the other side. For now, no skeleton was one the roof of the bridge. Few of the skeletons complimented the cars. Suddenly, one of the skeletons threw an overly large captain's uniform and a hat to Bowser as the boneman requested: "Put on this, boss!"

Bowser donned on his new clothes and posed like a macho superman.

"Hahah!" he chortled as he further flexed his muscles. "Now I look like an Admiral of the finest caliber!"

Meanwhile, Brane stood near the fence and waved towards his own homeland.

"Goodbye, my dear Croatia! I hope we see each other again!" said Brane, almost having tears in his eyes. He looked down at the floor and sighed. George and everyone else stepped near him and gave him a pat on his shoulder. "I know that feel, Brane. Sometimes, you've gotta go away from the things you love."

"Yeah….I know too…." added Bowser as he comforted Brane.

"Oi, it's been a while since I've resided in my home in Darwin. Gotta be honest, I've been missing that place." further added John.

"Me own country is not even sovereign anymore, for bloody Blue men of the Minch's sake. We were once the fiercest on the bloody Island until we got unified and now THEY have the crown, even though it was OUR RIGHT to fooken have it! We were the muscles and brains of the Isle!" ranted Mosseau as he took a "sip" (read: entire bottle) of Rakia. Cue everyone staring silently at him. "What?!"

And so they left Croatia and they didn't even taste sarma!

Hours have passed and now the boats of the skeleton men with their company cruised near the coast of Albania. Bowser was standing on the forecastle like a proud explorer while everyone just relaxed behind and discussed some stuff.

"So...You say you're a sniper, huh? Yet I haven't seen you carryin' any sniper rifles, but I do assume it's there." asked George as he pointed at John's briefcase.

"Oh? Lemme show you then!" said Sniper Mad John as he opened his suit case, revealing an engraved bolt action designated marksman rifle with a black scope on it and a diamond engraving on the handle of the fire arm.

"This is my custom-made bolt action sniper rifle. I call it Diamond Tom, after an inspiration of mine. Created it around in 1991 and I haven't used any other rifle ever since. It did replace my old scoped Mosin-Nagant though, which I've used ever since I joined the army. Speaking of Mosin-Nagant, my rifle is based around it, specifically scoped Mosin–Nagant M91/30 model. It's a good rifle all around I say, but it's not all in the rifle that matters. I've went through extensive training in ol' Straya for about 20 years to become one of the greatest snipers in the world, but I prefer to not boast." told Sniper Mad John, pointing out at the multiple components of his rifle.

"Custom-made? I see you are a man of refined taste as well. Allow me to show you one of my valued keepings." complimented George as he whipped out his silver revolver from his left pocket. "This is my most treasured assets, based around first generation Colt Single Action Army revolver. It passed on from my family line. I did a lil modifications of it, such as decreasin' the recoil and lengthenin' the barrel. Unlike you, it seems like I was a natural talent for gunslinging since I was a child. My mother always told me that I was just like one of my ancestors in the Old West. One of my ancestors gave it a name. It's called…..Silver Coyote. Honestly, I'm no fan of nicknamin' things, but I ain't changing the name of the gun."

"Oh, I see, but do you have any of those Thompsons? I haven't seen you wield one, despite you being a gangster." asked Mad John while still crouching near his Diamond Tom.

"Pfft, I have more Tommies than an Irish farmer has sheep on his farm. In fact, I've ordered two of my associates to stuff this boat with them as much as possible." answered George as he pointed on the bridge of the ship.

The conversation between them went right into Brane's ears, so he stepped right in. "Nice guns we're having here. Reminds me of those days when I was in JLA, in the Yugoslav Navy to be precise, before everything went downhill. Used to wield Zastava M70 back in the day. I think it's still there in Bendigo, but I could check later. During my time in navy, I realized my true potential….IN COOKING! So after my service, I followed my ambition to become THE BEST CROATIAN CHEF IN THE WORLD! My career so far, despite the first impression of yours, has been good. It's only recently that I've experienced the sour parts of my career."

"Oh nice, you've had two good jobs in your life time, though I think you would be better off with the former. Not to mention you had a choice. To be honest, the journey with him was my first official taste of the ocean." praised George as he put his Silver Coyote back into his pocket.

"Ah, the sea has been my life! The aroma of the waves will always entice a feeling of relaxation in me!" said Brane. Mosseau also heard the conversation, so he decided to roll in front of them and join the discussion. "Aye lads, ye talking about guns and stuff? Aye got a lot of stuff to show ye then!"

"Oh lord." sighed George in advance.

"Hey, Mosseau. Mind if you bring out that Kalashnikov for a moment? I wanna see something." requested Brane as he lifted his index finger.

"Of course, laddeh! Aye was about to show off me not-upgraded-yet weaponry first, but it seems like ye laddehs wanna see THE classic one." accepted Mosseau as he showed his AK-47 first, just like Brane asked for it. "Okay, so this guns needs no introduction, everyone with some fooken grasp in arms industry knows what a Kalashnikov is."

Brane inspected his rifle to find out that, contrary to his suspicion, is an authentic AK-47 and not some variant.

"Ah, I see it is a real one. I thought it was gonna be one of the Zastava variants. Say...where did you get one?" asked Brane after the examination.

"From a Bosnian black market, of course! Aye got it for like…..no dosh and 5 rakija bottles." answered Mosseau. Everyone, who participated in the discussion, just asked one thing silently:

"...how?".

"Okay so, Aye was wandering around some town in Bosnia and Herzegovina and Aye saw some arms dealer in the alleyway. He was not selling anything good. Stuff like spoons, shovels and ammunition crates for grenades were there. However, one item actually got me interest: this gun. Aye asked him about it, he said it was a 100% real one, but then Aye came to a horrible realization…..AYE HAD NO MONEY. So, with all resources Aye had got, Aye smacked a bunch of "ULTRA RARE AUTHENTIC BOSNIAN RAKIJA 100% REAL SHIT BOY!" stickers, which Aye made them me self, on ten of me bottles and gave one of them to him. They were flawless in terms of looking authentic like an old relic! He said he wanted 10 of the bottles, but I scammed him off there! Aye just had to give him one measly bottle. To prevent the questions such as "w-what happened to four other bottles?!"….well Aye drank them all and used the empty bottles for storing personalized Molotov's cocktails, that's what!" explained Mosseau while returning his AK-47 back into his trash can. Predictably, everyone was speechless. Just as about anyone was about to say something, Bowser stumped right in too.

"What'cha talking about, gentlemen?" he asked.

"Life and guns. Also Mosseau is showing his arsenal." said George. For a moment, Mosseau glared at him.

"Was that fookin usage of word intentional?!" the Scot thought to himself, thinking whether or not should he strangle someone. "Anyway, that's it for the untouched rifles. Now Aye gotta show ye my not-yet-upgraded selection of close range combat weaponry. Before Aye continue, does anyone of ye lads have any of interesting melee weapons?"

"Nope." quickly answered George as he shrugged off.

"Lets see….I have a swiss army knife, a regular knife, a duct tape, bagh naka, an axe and that's it." said Sniper Mad John as he pulled out everything he mentioned out of his pockets.

"Good choices, lad. It might be nice to expand your collection, but for now it's serviceable enough." endorsed Mosseau while giving a thumbs up to Jon.

"Do fists count?" asked Bowser while he stared at Sniper Mad John's display of melee weaponry.

"Sure, Aye guess." replied Mosseau with a pinch of uncertainty in his voice. After the answer, he brought up his giant claymore, which was more corrosive than an abandoned ship.

"This….is me oldest weapon. Aye had it since Aye was actually alive…..which is around late 10th century to early 11th century. Alas, me claymore is irrepairable, therefore it's just for the show and nostalgia." he said just before he returned his claymore back into his law-defying trash can. Next "weapon" for close range combat he brought up was a broken Rakija bottle. "Ye all know what this damn thing is. Moving on. However Aye should mention that it's"

Mosseau searched through his trash can once again, only to say: "Well, laddehs, the boring part is over. Time for the real shit."

With zero hesitation, he lifted one of his custom-made weapons up in the air. The weapon resembled a chainsaw crudely fused with an iron pipe. There was a button on the side of the "iron pipe" component of the weapon, presumably for revving up the chainsaw. Bloodstains were visible on the saw.

"WHAT IS THAT?!" Bowser desired to know while in state of absolute shock.

"For what purpose does it exist?" asked George while at the same time he groaned, almost putting his palm on his boney face.

"Now this...is me de facto close range weapon for now. Aye call them SCROTUM SLAYER! It is a simple thing, aye, just a pipe and a chainsaw smacked together, but it is an efficient thing, Aye swear on The Great Blacksmith! I've made them IN HELL and oh me wee lads, it was fucking great! With these things, demons from the deepest layers of inferno became meaty, beef-scented piñatas filled with fireworks of blood and guts! Their organs were flying everywhere in hell, gyahahahaha! Sadly, the fun stopped when the Devil, humongous arsehole with a smelly gaping anus, kicked me out of Hell….again. So the bloodstains ye see there is demon blood!" said Mosseu with excitement in his eye….sockets. Everyone was just silent as usual.

"...Wow. I mean just….wow." said Bowser.

"Are you sure demons smelled exactly like beef?" asked Brane as he lifted his finger, possibly preparing to object Mosseau's….tale.

"It was an close approximation, but aye." answered Mosseau as he put his chainsaws back in his trash can. "Anyway, that's all Aye can show ye. Some weapons, be it ranged or melee, are for…..urgent situations."

"So this world has a lot of cool weapons I see! I wonder how different would be in my world if I somehow managed to bring those arms there...if that would be even possible (gotta keep it E for Everyone I guess)." mused Bowser.

"Oh! You haven't told about what kind of weapons you own in your world! Please, mind if you tell us?" requested Sniper Mad John.

"GLADLY!" approved Bowser as he prepared to strike a boastful pose while he was about to explain. "Okay so….Most of the weapons my troops use are nothing special. I have like hammers, boomerangs, sledge hammers, fire balls, occasionally ice balls and magic, however the latter is only reserved for Magikoopas, basically like my advisor, who gave me the wand."

Hearing the word "boomerang" made John's eyebrows rise.

"However, I also have walking bombs and giant bullets as a part of my army as well! They're also homing!" continued Bowser as he made gestures to enrich his own speech.

"Homing giant bullets? Are you sure those aren't missiles?" questioned Sniper Mad John.

"N-no, they are bullets! They are shaped like one! I even made even BIGGER versions of it!" Bowser attempted to clarify his statement.

"I'm sorry, but are you secretly making shells for Schwerer Gustav or something, mate?" asked Sniper Mad John while being absolutely baffled.

"….What?!" What or who is this Schwerer Gustav you are talking about?" said Bowser as he tried to understand what John meant.

"The largest railway gun ever built. It was one of the "wonder weapons" from Germany during the darkest period of the human history." elaborated Mad John.

"RAILWAY GUN?! BIGGEST GUN?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" shouted Bowser with his body trembling in complete shock.

"Nope, I am not making this up, mate."

"HOLY MOTHER OF….SCHNITZEL! Dang, I thought I was THE ONE who made biggest weapons, but then it turns out this world is MILES AHEAD OF ME!" grumbled Bowser as he crossed his arms in jealousy of the creators of Gustav.

"Wait, when did Germany build such a weapon?" piqued George, being a bit out of touch.

"In the 40's." said Jon as quickly as possible.

"So after my "death"...How? Didn't a loaf of bread cost around 1 million marks? " further asked George.

"A lot of things changed during those times. The consequences of those...changes are still felt today." uttered Sniper Mad Jon in a rather melancholic tone.

"I am not sure if I desire to know." said George as he tipped his hat to obscure his face from the sun.

"...What happened during those times?" asked Bowser once again with his eyes being wide and irises shrunk.

"Bows no offense, but I do not think you are prepared to hear more about this subject. I'm just gonna give a little gist: the whole world was up in the arms." interfered Brane to prevent any overthinking on Bowser's behalf.

"Again?" asked George as he tipped his hat again, this time decreasing the shadow on his face.

"….While I desire to know more, I think that gist made a lot of things clear." said Bowser as he suddenly brought up a piece of paper and a pencil. It was written:

"BOWSER'S AWESOME PLAN!

-Defeat Mario and Luigi at all costs.

-Get and marry Princess Peach.

-Take over Mushroom Kingdom.

-Get a new, updated army.

-Take over the new world somehow. Start gradually.

-DON'T LET ANY OTHER POSERS TAKE OVER YOUR ROLE AS THE MAIN VILLAIN!

-Become greater than Alexander the Great.

-Become richer than Sheikh.

-Avoid NATO at all costs.".

He, as clumsily he handed the pencil due paper not laying on a solid surface, added to his list:

"-During the ultimate conquest, don't start a war with every nation involved.

-Build a bigger gun than Schwerer Gustav.".

"There we go." he said like he was proud of doing something small.

"Aye have got a question for ye, Bows!" interrupted Mosseau.

"Mosseau! I have a question for you too! If it's something about me, I'll let you ask first!" said Bowser.

"What's kind of vehicles do ye have in yer army? Aye mean for every branch ye have." he asked out of a sudden.

"Hmmmm….well for land forces I have tanks in my army. Personally I have some cars in my inventory as well, but most of them are used for racing. For my naval forces I use ships and something that even I cannot spill the beans about it, however I've been thinking about including it in my new army once we settle down somewhere." answered Bowser. The last thing mentioned caught everyone's interest on the ship. "For the air force I have hundreds of airships!".

"Airships as in blimps or…?" asked Jon.

"Airships as in flying ships. You know, like this one, but flying!" elaborated Bowser.

"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT, aerial target practice!" laughed Mosseau as he smacked the part of his trash can.

"WHAT?! OH don't tell me about it! I already know how this conversation is going to go: "hahah Bowser your army is so outdated! This world's wonder weapons will wreck you in seconds". WON'T IT!?" protested Bowser as he rolled his eyes.

"Lad…...THE MOST BASIC OF WEAPONS, BE IT AERIAL, LAND BASED OR NAVAL, would absolutely annihilate yer entire air force in miliseconds! Sorry, laddeh, but ye gotta adapt, just like Aye did!" clarified Mosseau as he kept laughing. Brane and Jon glared at Mosseau, with former lifting his finger towards him, making him stop laughing.

"..Aye might went a bit too hard on ye, Bows. Aye apologize."

"...T-that was just low. Real low. I'll a-attempt to bring one of the airships here, along with my secret vehicle, just to test your statement! However that sorta ruined my motivation to talk more about my army." mumbled Bowser as he looked at the floor.

"Cheer up, Bows! There's always a room for improvement." consoled Brane as he gave him a pat on his shell.

"The path might be long and tedious, but we will get there, mate. I swear!" Jon also joined in comforting Bowser.

"Never said that ye should toss away yer dreams of a conqueror. Aye just said that ye gotta adapt." said Mosseau to lighten up the mood.

"The fact that you broke out of your status quo and got there is already an improvement." added George for the final word.

"...Thanks guys." said Bowser, slightly cheered up after the group's consoling. "Anyway….I have this question for you, Mosseau….Who was Alexander the Great and what exactly made him so great?"

"Oh, Alexander the Great? He was not only the king of Macedonia, a hegemon of Hellenic League, Pharaoh of Egypt and the king of Persia, which at the time was the arch-nemesis of Ancient Greece, but also the Lord of Asia! During his reign, he kept expanding his rule through out the world and had not his soldiers become homesick, he would probably take over the world with ease. He made every enemy shiver in their pants just by being there! The absolute thing that made him so great, aside from connecting Greece with the Orient and establishing many cities named after him, was the fact he never lost a battle in his life!"

"…..Could you repeat that again?" Bowser suddenly went silent after hearing what Mosseau said.

"He! Never! Lost! A! Single! Battle! In! His! Life!" emphasised Mosseau just for him.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! HOW?! HOW IS IT POSSIBLE!? WHAT MAGIC DID HE USE?! HOOOOOW?!" screamed Bowser with all his might.

"It's simple really. He was just...so great. Granted there are a lot of great conquerors through out history, but he came up first in me head so...yeah." muttered Mosseau as he was about to take a sip from one of his bottles.

"Darn, I'm already disqualified." thought Bowser to himself, imagining a battlefield surrounded by fire and filled with corpses on the floor and ruins of the ancient buildings, facing enormous Alexander The Great riding a horse filled with destruction and warfare, wielding a giant spear and having thousand of phalanxes behind his back, himself. The wind carried the smoke through out the entire (imagined) battlefield, which covered the entire sky. "I WILL GET YOU, ALEXANDER THE GREAT!"

"Speaking of conquering, how come for your interest in it?" asked Brane.

"Hmmmm...HMMMM…...Honestly, I have never thought about it too much, but ever since I was a kid, I've always felt like this was my destiny. To become the king of all as if stars told me or something. The desire for conquest was always in my blood….Do you get what I'm saying?" said Bowser. Everyone nodded in agreement and for some time, they talked about random stuff.

Few hours have passed, bordering almost evening and them cruising through the calm yet warm Mediterranean sea, near the mainland Greece. Just as before, Bowser was standing on the forecastle like an eager explorer while everyone else was scattered around the ship, but it was generally silent this time. However, the silence ended one George, flipping his coin out of boredom, asked:

"Hey, now that we have a lot more associates, I suppose we should establish our own organization or somethin'.".

"Precisely!" said Bowser as he turned towards George and everyone else. "But how would we name it…..Hmmmmm…..How about….BOWSER'S SUPREMELY AWESOME ELITE GROUP!"

"Hey, just a little pro tip: never name your morally dubious organization with your own name." objected George within second.

"And why is it that? Is it too "KITSCHY" or something?!" groaned Bowser.

"If any of the law enforcement groups or any other mafias start searchin' for you, they'll know exactly where to look at. Haven't told anyone about this but this is one of the reasons why I suggested you to avoid Italy, especially Sicily. You wouldn't want someone like NATO to find you out and eliminate you, would you?" George explained himself. Hearing the word "NATO" made Bowser shiver a bit.

"….Touche." sighed Bowser without an ability to refute George's point. "How about something simple...like….Skeleton Mafia!"

"….I like it. It's short, but it gets to the point. No overly long kitsch, just...Skeleton Mafia." said George as he made finger guns at Bowser.

"FINALLY, GEORGE LIKES SOMETHING I ADVISE! YESSS!" yelled Bowser as he pumped up his fists, making everyone look at him. "W-what?"

With exception of George, who at the very least smiled, everyone chortled at him. Bowser, not taking the gesture as a personal attack, laughed too. Suddenly, they got interrupted by the voices of their own boney workers:

"Eyy boss, we need food!"

"Of course!" said Brane as he bum-rushed inside the bridge, looking for the nearest kitchen.

"Say...who's gonna be the boss?" asked Sniper Mad John. Bowser was already pointing at himself after hearing John's question.

"First of all, it's Don. Second of all, I think we have only option and that is Bowser." answered George, much to Bowser's suprise.

"Really? To be honest I expected this to drag out but…..NICE!" said Bowser.

"It's not because the situation is dire or somethin'. It's because otherwise you would constantly complain about not being the Don." clarified George as he crossed his arms.

"Bah, come on! I wouldn't do such a thing! Prove it!" scoffed Bowser as he attempted to chuckle.

"Okay" said George as he made a gesture with his hands like he was about to deliver a package. "I'm the boss now, see?"

A moment of silence followed after George's statement. Everyone on the boat stared at Bowser, waiting patiently for his response. Bowser closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"George...may I, please, pretty please, become the leader instead?" asked Bowser politely, much to surprise his entire squad.

"Tch! You're actin'." abruptly blurted George while crossing his arms. "I'm in no mood prolongin' this, so be the leader."

"Darn, how did he figure it out so easily?!" thought Bowser to himself, but it quickly went away as he announced: "Now that we have a Don, Don Bowser in fact, we need a MOTTO!"

"….Sure?" said George while being curious for the suggestions.

"Oh, I have one!" suggested Brane as he lifted his index finger high up in the air. "What about: "Better live one hundred years a millionaire than seven days in misery!"

"Blatant, but very true." commented George.

"Hmmm, it should work for the Skeleton Mafia motto. Now I need my own personal motto because I like those! I am going to recycle some of the words I said to my skeletal associates." affirmed Bowser as he scratched his chin, further thinking about boastful quotes and sayings.

"Aye laddeh, Aye have one just fer ye!" requested Mosseau as he lifted his bottle up in the air. Bowser's eyebrow raised as he looked at him.

"Veni, vidi, vici!"

"...What does that mean?" asked Bowser.

Mosseau giddily rubbed his hands and cracked his fists. "Those were the words of Julius Caesar, a conqueror! They're in Latin, so if we translate them they would mean: "I came, I saw, I conquered!".

"CONQUERED!"

Suddenly, a rather metaphorical explosion of enlightenment and excitement happened inside of Bowser's brain with a voice echoing "conquered" through out his entire body.

"YES, IT'S PERFECT!" shouted Bowser as he clenched his fist and raised it up the air. "Conquerors always deliver such good quotes!"

"Ey boys, land ahoy! Mind if we take a rest here?" asked Brane as he pointed out a rather huge island, surrounded by the shiny beaches and crystal clear water, in front of their noses. No one minded Brane's idea, so they decided to take a rest and park the ship nearest port. The port, filled with smaller boats and sailships of different kinds, had a fortress located in it. The fortress itself, despite looking very antique, was rather in good condition. The current flagship of Skeleton mafia separated their ways from the additional ship with their boney workforce on it and parked. All of them jumped off the ship and started exploring the city, which was just right ahead. The city itself was filled with colorful flats and small white houses with blue domed roofs on them. Roads were well paved as well. Despite looking like an ideal vacation spot, only things they encountered were empty cars. Aside from their footsteps (and in Mosseau's case, wheel rolling), only thing that made a sound was a slight breeze. Every market place had absolutely nothing but dust for sale and even that wasn't always guaranteed. During their walk, they have noticed a rather big, dried out stain on one of the flats.

"...Odd." exclaimed Sniper Mad John while observing the city during the walk.

"Was it supposed to look like this or what?" asked Bowser while being boggled by Mad John's observation.

"Quite the opposite. It was supposed to be filled with tourists." John cleared himself as all of them continued their journey. Suddenly, George stepped on a thing, which has rolled off away from his shoe. He picked it up and it turned out it was a bullet almost as as big as his palm.

".50 BMG? What is it even doin' here?" wondered George as he took a in depth look at the bullet.

"Um, did we walk into a war zone?" gulped Brane as he brushed off the sweat from his forehead.

"Doesn't seem so. If it was a war zone, it would be thundering everywhere." reassured John, much to Brane's relief, but it the relief did not fully appear yet.

As they marched further, a piece of paper, delivered by the breeze, directly hit Bowser's face. Annoyed by this, he quickly took it off from his face and took a look at it along with his team. The paper had a stylized image of a bull with "WANTED DESTROYED: MINOTAUR" written above the image. Below the image it was written:

"NEUTRALIZE THE THREAT AT ALL COSTS. DO NOT HESITATE USING DIRTY TACTICS FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF THIS FOUL BEAST. REWARD WILL BE ANYTHING FOR THE HERO WHO SLAYS THE DREADED MENACE OF CRETE."

"...Minotaur? The hell?" blurted George as he saw the text.

"How?! I thought this creature was just in mythology!" said Brane as he grabbed his head in anxiety.

"OHOHOHOHOHO!" chuckled Mosseau as he was preparing his arsenal in advance.

"What?!" spurted Bowser as his irises shrunk again.

Just before John could react to the leaflet, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Something is behind us! Quickly, stay on guard!" warned Sniper Mad John as everyone prepared their positions for defense. Bowser raised his fists and so did Brane and John while George grabbed his Silver Coyote in his pocket. Meanwhile Mosseau was already holding one of his chainsaw-on-a-iron-pipe weapons. The footsteps were getting louder, increasing the self defense preparedness of the group. Suddenly, a squad of soldiers, having lizard-patterned uniforms, appeared from one of the alleyways and ambushed them. The sudden move startled the group and made them lose guard, however George kept his calm and pulled out his revolver and pointed it at them. Sniper Mad John quickly dropped his fists and he grabbed his Uzi out of his jacket.

"Do not fire!" yelled one of the soldiers as he raised his arm. The soldiers stood still as they pointed their Heckler & Koch G3's rifles at them with their fingers steadily on the trigger.

"….Hey, how many shots of Daniel's did you have in the morning?" quietly said one of the soldiers to his colleague, being baffled at the sight of Bowser's group.

"None." stoically replied his colleague.

"WHAT?! DO I LOOK LIKE A MINOTAUR TO YOU?!" shouted Bowser at them while flailing his fists.

"Negative. However, you shall explain why aren't you somewhere safe. Not too long ago a curfew was announced thanks to the menace of Crete." elaborated one of the soldiers as they lowered their weapons.

"Excuse me, but we were not aware of the affairs here. We apologize for the misunderstanding we created." interfered Sniper Mad John as he held the ground of Skeleton Mafia.

"We should get you somewhere safe, like in a shelter. Come with us!" recommended one of the soldiers to them as he waved.

"Nah, no need to. In fact, we're gonna defeat that minotaur by ourselves!" declared Bowser, which he received weird looks from everyone, from his group to soldiers. "What?!"

"Are you being serious?! It's too dangerous! Even we, the Hellenic Army, couldn't fully neutralize it and it took us everything we have in our equipment, but it always escapes to its hideout." cautiously advised one of the soldiers.

"Yes! Trust me, I've dealt with worse monsters in my life. One measly bull man is gonna be a piece of cake!" boastfully reassured Bowser as he flexed his muscles. "In terms of power, nothing overcomes my muscles!"

"Daunting, but commendable. If you are determined to give our country assistance, then we shall support you without hesitation!" said one of the soldiers as he shook hands with Bowser's group. "Optimally, we could start the operation against Minotaur tomorrow in the morning. We must not let it terrorize Heraklion ever again!"

"No problem! Tomorrow we shall do it! That bull is gonna get its posterior sent right to the Moon!" boasted Bowser as he put his arms on his hips.

"Just one question." said Sniper Mad John as he lifted his finger. "How did Minotaur get here in the first place?"

"Unfortunately, most of the information behind this subject, such as capabilities and performance, is not for public ears, so we cannot share it with unauthorized personnel. However, we can offer you a glimpse of it." explained one of the soldiers. "Apparently it was created by one of those paramilitary contractors as a deterrent in Cyprus, basing it off the mythological Minotaur. Unfortunately, the entire thing went haywire when it gained consciousness on its own and started the reign of terror on Crete. I hope that explains enough."

"I see. Thank you for the information. "said Sniper Mad John as Bowser's group and Hellenic soldiers saluted to each other and departed with the former looking for a decent resting place. However, one thought couldn't just leave John's brain: Why were talking about it like a vehicle?

Next day, when the sun just rose up in the sky, the gang was driving their across the small, filled with small Mediterranean trees hills to reach their ultimate destination:

Knossos.

A few of their skeletons, which were armed with Tommy gun's, were accompanying them. The journey from Heraklion to Knossos did not take long, since the distance between these two locations was relatively short and after they found the site, they parked their Bendigo near the entrance. Bowser, Sniper Mad John, George and Mosseau stepped outside while Brane and his skeletal companions decided to stay inside the Bendigo.

"I'm gonna find a good spot, mates." said Sniper Mad John as he departed from the group, doing exactly what he said. The rest of the gang marched through the entrance of the archeological site, observing generally well kept ruins of the once migthy Minoan palace. Parts of the palace were held by the vividly red pillars and the walls, some of them having a bit of rubble on them, gave the ruins a shiny glow under the sun. Aside from Bowser's group, there was no sign of a single soul on the site, despite being formerly a pretty popular tourist site. However, some walls had signs of stains, similar to one seen in Heraklion. Knowing that Minotaur won't appear outside by itself, they started exploring the interior of the palace. Inside of palace was enriched by the vibrant paintings on the walls, usually with the motif of dolphins and Minoan civilization. However, one painting stood out to them: three inadequately clothed men fighting a bull, with one of them seemingly trying to suplex the maddened animal.

"I'm not sure if this painting is just coincidental or prophetic. As much as former is more likely, I love imaging the second." mused Bowser as he observed the painting.

"There's a lack of turtle, though." commented George.

"Drat! They should make a similar one, but with me suplexing the bull instead!" grumbled Bowser while imaging the painting with him.

"Aye got no time for art discussions, laddehs. AYE GOTTA MAKE SOME MINOAN GRILLED BEEF INSTEAD!" yelled Mosseau as they continued exploring the palace. After some time has passed, they found a rather peculiar entrance with staircase leading downward. A dusty lonesome helmet occupied the place near the entrance with few bullets laying near it.

"So...who's gonna risk it?" asked George as he looked deep into the darkness.

"Bloody obvious!" boasted Mosseau as he was about to roll down the staircase. "Anyone going with me?"

"OF COURSE!" shouted Bowser as he joined with Mosseau, stomping down the staircase. With each step, the stairs crumbled a bit. After going through utter darkness, it turned out they found themselves in some kind of labyrinth. Mosseau pulled out one of his unused metal bars and ordered Bowser to light it up, to which he complied. He also brought up a bag of cocaine, to which he penetrated it with his finger and put it on the edge on the trash can.

"What are you even trying to do ?!" asked Bowser rather loudly.

"It will make our job just a wee easier, Bows!" replied Mosseau as they started their search for the beast in the labyrinth. Corridor by corridor, they wandered while looking at, contrary to the rest of the ruins of palace, dry and lifeless walls of the maze. With every step, a small amount of cocaine fell on the ground, creating a trail. The time passed, but there was no sight of the beast, not even a sound.

"Bloody hell, it's been so long yet that shite eating twat hasn't appeared yet." grumbled Mosseau as he whipped out one of his chainsaws out of his trash can.

"So….any ideas?" asked Bowser as he crossed his arms, looking at him.

"Aye, we gotta resort to a bit of a risky technique." said Mosseau as he smirked. Bowser just stared at him, waiting about the technique he was going to show.

"AYE FUCKER, GET YER ARSE OUT AND SHOW YERSELF! I'LL TURN YE FROM A BULL INTO AN OX!"

Mosseau's voice echoed through out the entire labyrinth, yet they were only greeted by the silence.

"Mind if I join?" requested Bowser, impressed by Mosseau's yelling capabilities.

"Of course!" accepted Mosseau as he raised his weapon up in the air. Bowser then took a deep breath and yelled:

"HEY, STUPID COWMAN! COME OVER HERE AND FIGHT US, COWARD!"

Bowser's shouting, just like his colleague's, received no response.

"Drat!" shouted Bowser as he clenched his fist.

"Eeeh, aye tell ya what, he's gonna appear any second now." said Mosseau as they continued their search. "Any second."

Suddenly, a massive iron axe swooped down right in front of their noses, completely catching them off guard as they jumped in the air. The impact of the axe made not only the labyrinth, but the entire site rumble and tremble. As the dust settled from the strike, a giant mechanical head resembling a bull's skull, which seemed to have a menacing grin, but protected with relatively thick armor on it appeared behind the wall with its glowing red, soulless eye staring right at the duo. However, the jaw and the horns had no armor on them.

"Y-YOU'RE MINOTAUR?" stuttered Bowser as he was completely in shock due the sight of the alleged Minotaur.

"Oh...OH! Yer one….sexy motherfucker, aren't ye?" taunted Mosseau while being kind of surprised at the appearance of Minotaur's head as he pulled out one of his custom made chainsaw weapons and a AK-47. "Come at us, ye ballsless damned demon from the deepest depths of piss-drinking Hell!"

After the moment of shock went away, Bowser quickly put up fists in the air as he waggled his finger, taunting the Minotaur. In response, Minotaur only roared:

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

It lifted up its own axe and started slowly approaching Bowser and George, revealing its full appearance. It dwarfed Bowser in height with its entire torso being covered in thick, charcoal grey colored armor. Arms and legs were defended with the slightly less thick armor as well, even the joints were protected. The feet resembled those of a metallic boot, rather than a bull's hoof. With each stomp closer to them, the entire labyrinth trembled. It was holding its giant iron axe like a bloodthirsty lumberjack, ready to chop down someone. Bowser and Mosseau started slowly walking back, following the trail of cocaine they prepared themselves for any attack.

Mosseau put his chainsaw back as he fully embraced his AK-47 and fired the bullets at the menace itself, but most of the bullets ricochet from the bull's armor, damaging the walls instead. Bowser spat out a decently sized fireball at it, engulfing it and a part of the corridor in flames, yet Minotaur unflinchingly walked towards them, chuckling at their attempt to stall his progress. In response, the Minotaur sped up, almost running towards them. Surprised at the sudden increase of velocity, they flat out started running backwards, but luckily for them, the exit was just few steps ahead as the trail of cocaine ceased to be. Both of them left the labyrinth and waited the Minotaur right in front of the entrance with Mosseau being in front. He had his arms in his trash can as he eagerly grinned, ready to throw something at it, whatever it was. Meanwhile, Bowser fired another fireball at the staircase, causing flames so that he could hope for the stall the Minotaur. The stomping was getting louder and louder as the palace started to shake. The flames on the staircase waved in the air like a maddened flag in the wind.

Out of a sudden, two glowing dots from a dark, bull-like figure appeared from the fire as the Minotaur climbed the staircase while, as like before, seemingly unaffected by fire. Each step felt like a precision guided bomb going off. Just as the Minotaur finished climbing the staircase, Mosseau whipped out two Vickers water cooled machine guns, fused with iron bars.

"WHAT?!" yelled Bowser as he saw Mosseau's two secret weapons.

"GYAHAHAHAHAHA! EAT LEAD N' SHITE, LADDEH" he yelled as he fired his Vickers' in quick rafales, hitting the Minotaur almost everywhere. While some of the bullets did penetrate a bits of the armor, most of the bullets bounced off, minimally affecting Minotaur's approaching. It lifted its massive axe as it was about to cut Mosseau in half, but he dodged the swing by briefly hiding in the trash can and rolling away, just before he continued filling Minotaur with bullets. Suddenly, George flanked the Minotaur and fired his Thompson at him, with bullets still ricocheting because of its armor. It noticed his attempts to bring it down and started running towards him with a psychotic expression vaguely resembling a smile, but it stopped once it felt and impact from Bowser's fist in the area where ribs should be.

"YOU!" shouted Bowser as the dreaded mechanical bullman looked at his eyes, still smiling like a psychopath. "COME AT ME, CHUMP"

The Minotaur ran towards the Bowser as he prepared his axe for the next attack. It swung its axe once again, but Bowser ducked down and jabbed him right in his right foot. The blade of the axe impacted the floor, causing vibrations through out the whole site. Mosseau and George moved their positions towards the entrance of the site, waiting for Bowser to bait Minotaur there and continued to fire at Minotaur, but to no avail. Just as Minotaur lifted up his axe with both of his hands, Bowser started to slowly follow his colleagues. The Minotaur started charging towards Bowser once again, lifting his axe. Bowser prepared his position to dodge his attack and counter him back. Just as he thought he was going to use the axe, suddenly Minotaur rammed with his horns, catching Bowser completely off guard and sending him flying forward. Bowser rolled a bit from the impact and landed on his stomach, before he picked himself up. Minotaur cackled with its deep, brooding voice at Bowser, agitating him in the process. Bowser charged towards Minotaur as the latter prepared its weapon, ready to strike him when the moment comes. Just as it was about to hit Bowser with an axe, Bowser stepped aside from the strike and punched him directly in the torso, but Minotaur just scoffed off the punch. As it prepared for another strike, a bullet from the unknown direction hit it right in its horns, making it flinch and leaving an opportunity for Bowser to strike again, to which he did not waste it, but instead of aiming it for the torso he aimed it for the head. Due the impact, the Minotaur took few steps back before it stabilized itself. It looked at the direction of the bullet which hit its horns. It turned out it came from Diamond Tom as Sniper Mad John was laying on some hill near the site, looking at the scope and aiming.

"Here you have it, you bloody bastard." he mumbled as he continued observing the whole situation. The Minotaur looked at Bowser once again, charging at him while swinging his axe like a madman. Bowser kept walking backwards in order to dodge its attacks, but one swing did hit him and he was launched off from the impact once again. Bowser once again attempted to get Minotaur to the entrance as he rolled off in his shell, to which Minotaur followed with a grin on its skull-like face. George and Mosseau kept firing, but this time towards the head. Some of the bullets, while they did not penetrate the horns, did hit them, making Minotaur flinch every time an impact happened. Mosseau and George started circling around it to distract it. However, Minotaur refused to be distracted by them, as it considered Bowser to be a bigger threat as it once again charged towards Bowser. As the axe was swung once again, Bowser dodged it and punched the Minotaur, but this time in his left hand, making him loose grip from the axe. Bowser grabbed one of the ends of the axe and he slammed Minotaur with his horns, which made it take a few steps backwards, but it did not lose the grip of the axe. Bowser smashed his head once again, only for him to feel the impact of Minotaur's skull. They pushed each other with their head, but out of a sudden Minotaur kicked Bowser and sent him flying to the nearest wall. The velocity and the force of Bowser's impact made an entire wall crumble.

"H-HOW!?" screamed Bowser as he barely picked himself up, glaring at the cackling Minotaur. It shifted its attention towards George and Mosseau and started chasing them with its borderline mini earthquake causing sprint.

"Reinforcements!" called George as he with Mosseau started avoiding Minotaur's sprint towards them. They continued to fire, despite the Minotaur shrugging off most of the bullets and even the ones who penetrated his armor did not to stop his rampage.

Bowser started building up fire inside his mouth, to the point of bright flames bursting out. Once he couldn't handle the heat, he fired a massive fireball at the Minotaur at the high speed. Just as the Minotaur was about to slash two of Bowser's colleagues, the fireball hit him with such force that it almost fell down, but it kept itself together and targeted his sight towards Bowser. It sprinted towards Bowser, but it detected another bullet from Diamond Tom, so it caught it mid air by its mouth and threw it towards trash can, hitting just at the right angle of it so that it bounced right into Bowser's arm.

"OUCH!" he yelled as he flinched as the bullet dug in his skin, making him bleed. Just as he painfully removed the bullet, Minotaur was just in front of him, ready to slice him in half, but was ambushed by the Bendigo, driven by Brane as his companions fired from their Brownings. After the arrival of Bendigo a bunch of skeletons armed with Tommies joined in for assistance as they fired at the Minotaur. Mosseau and George ceased firing as they saw the van rolling in for assistance. The bullets from M2 not only hit the Minotaur in the torso, but also consistently penetrated his armor, constantly making it flinch with every impact. Bowser saw an opportunity and grabbed its axe and ripping it from his hands. Now in the possession of the axe, Bowser maliciously chuckled as he lit the entire axe on fire. Minotaur gasped in shock as it saw what he did to his precious weapon. Bowser ran towards the raging beast and started hitting it with the flaming axe as the beast was showered with bullets with his arm bleeding. While the blows from the burning axe didn't cut through the armor, the blunt hits from it did make Minotaur almost fall as it screamed in pain. Suddenly, as Bowser was ready to hit again, Minotaur grabbed the burning axe and attempted to rip it from Bowser's grasp. Clashing for the possession of the weapon, two of them stared each other in the eyes as Minotaur fumed in pure rage.

"….GWAHAHAHA! Now let's see how you will handle THIS, CHUMP!" laughed Bowser as he started bending the axe. Just as the Minotaur was about to both kick him and headbutt him at the same time, Bowser, with all his power remaining, broke its axe in half. The kick did hit Bowser and sent him flying, but there was no way at the moment to recover the axe in its former form. At the same time, the ones in charge of the Brownings in Bendigo started reloading them, preparing for the next salvo as it circled around Minotaur.

"Hahah! Now you've got nothing! In a fist fight, I SHALL DESTROY YOU, PUNK!" boasted Bowser as he barely stood up and raised his fists, preparing for a charge.

The Minotaur stomped in pure rage as the whole site shook once again. Steaming from its nose, Minotaur looked at Bowser with its "irises" shrunk and roared:

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-Damned be all! I'm done being archaic!"

"WHAT?!" everyone besides the bull yelled as they were shocked of the sudden transition from the primal roaring to a deep, synthetic brooding voice coming from its mouth. The Minotaur suddenly grabbed his left hand and ripped it off from its arm, throwing the hand directly to Bowser's head. The hand hit Bowser's head with great force, stunning him in the process as he dizzily lumbered around the battlefield. A giant machine gun was fitted inside his arm. George and Mosseau returned back as they started to fire against Minotaur again. It looked at their general direction as it prepared its machine gun for combat.

"Now you shall all be sent to the deepest depths of the underworld for daring to intervene the reign of the Neo Millennium Minotaur Mark I." it threatened as it fired salvos upon salvos on them, with George and Mosseau barely escaping the bullet storm unleashed on them. It changed its attention towards Bendigo as its target only started to fire and circle around it now. The Minotaur fired rafales on the Bendigo, with some of the bullets even hitting it. One of the bullets managed to bust one of the skeleton's leg, who was behind one of the Brownings. The skeleton lost his grip on the gun as he fell down on the floor.

"REINFORCEMENTS! WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS ASAP!" yelled Brane at the custom-made walkie talkie near the steering wheel as he saw the fall of the skeleton. As the Minotaur kept firing at Bendigo, Bowser started charging towards it with him even spinning his fist, but Minotaur noticed his attempts for the offense as it slammed his right hand to the floor just as Bowser was about to punch him from behind, culminating in a big explosion. The blast startled Bowser as it completely ruined his tempo. The shock waves from it were strong enough to make some of the walls crumble. As the dust settled, it was revealed to him that the Minotaur had a grenade launcher fitted in his right arm.

"WHAT EVEN ARE YOU?!" yelled Bowser at Minotaur while being shocked at his arsenal.

"Haven't you heard, foolish turtle? I am Neo Millennium Minotaur Mark I., the reincarnation of the almighty figure of Minoan civilization! Your attempts to bring me down are equally pathetic as futile! Now face the inevitable: your painful demise!" boasted Minotaur as it fired grenades at him. Bowser kept running away from the explosions of grenades, with shrapnels hitting him from behind. Now that Bowser got away from its way, it focused its attention on Bendigo once again, unleashing bullets and grenades on him. None of the grenades managed to score a direct impact on the circling Bendigo, but the shrapnels were penetrating through the glass of it, damaging those inside of it and the bullets that kept hitting it managed to go through its armor, making the whole armored van look like swiss cheese more and more. One of the shrapnels managed to hit one of the tires, slowing down the van. Skeletons had to cease fire in order to reload their guns. Brane was sweating through out the whole battle. In the process, the Minotaur kept laughing like a madman.

"Fucking cunt!" yelled Mosseau as he charged towards the Minotaur while getting approximately in close distance, but it responded with a powerful kick, negating his charge completely. The flying Mosseau hit one of the walls as he left a mark on it and fell down. Bowser managed to trip over some stone and fell down directly on his face. A pool of blood was created from his arm. Minotaur immediately noticed the fallen turtle and pointed its grenade launcher at him, ready to blast him to the heavens and above.

"Farewell, disgraceful bacteria." said the Minotaur as he chuckled, preparing the shell for firing as Bowser attempted but continuously failed to stand up and continue to fight.

Suddenly, a projectile coming from an unknown position, hit the grenade launcher that Minotaur was just about to fire, culminating in a huge explosion. It ripped the entire right arm of his into pieces as Neo Millennium Minotaur Mark I screeched in pure agony.

"HOW?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?" screamed Minotaur as it looked around for the source of the projectile. A ray of hope shined through the minds of Bowser's group as they saw what happened to the beast they were attempting to slay.

"Our boys are comin' in, see!" announced George in amidst of the chaos.

Suddenly, far away from the site, three of the Leopard 2A6 HEL main battle tanks of the Hellenic army stormed to the battle zone. Apparently, the projectile came from the one that fired it midair. Fast as the wind, they shook the ground with the force of thousand guns. Minotaur's jaw dropped when it saw the thundering machines of war coming right at him. It tried to run away to the of labyrinth of his, but he tripped over due Bowser's sudden headbutt right in its knee from behind, using all the strength he had. Bowser grabbed Minotaur's leg and spun him around like a propeller going loose.

"So long, Neo Millennium Minotaur Mark Absolute 0!" taunted Bowser as he smashed Minotaur to the floor. The impact crippled one of the Minotaur's legs, making it even harder for it to stand up. Just as the Minotaur was about to succeed in picking itself up, another shell from the Leopards hit him in the back, crippling it even more and leaving a huge hole on his back.

"You fiend! The gods of Olympus will eternally damn you for this!" cursed Minotaur as he crawled to kill his adversary with anything he had remaining in one piece. Bowser walked in front of its face and chuckled at its state.

"So….nice of you to damage my arm….and whatever else you damaged in your life. But now…." mumbled Bowser as he furiously but at the same time smugly glared at Minotaur while cracking his fists.

"You have my permission to be wrecked."

Bowser grabbed the horns of the beyond damaged bullman as he smashed him around the floor The armor started to receive cracks from the hits and its bulletproof glass for eyes started to break down. For the finale, Bowser threw the Minotaur high up in the air and spat out a huge fireball, aiming for the flying bull. Luckily, one of the shots fired by the Leopards managed to hit it midair. Suddenly, a bunch of soldiers of the Hellenic Army stormed the place, only to witness a descending mess of a fireball in front of their eyes.

"Holy fuck from the gods!" said Mosseau as he, along with the rest of Bowser's gang, witnessed the whole ordeal. Rest of the gang was left speechless. The soldiers as well as everyone else not named Bowser evaded from the incoming fireball as it crashed down on the site, resulting in a high field explosion with shrapnels and flames flying all over the site, damaging some of the palace. Despite all of this, what remained of the Minotaur attempted to crawl away to its hideout, but Bowser, having a psychotic smirk on his face, grabbed its head and ripped it from its body, lifting it high up in the air as the flames burned behind him:

"Veni, vidi, vici!"

Everyone saw how Bowser was triumphantly holding Minotaur's head up in the air as they cheered for him. The Leopards finally arrived on the scene.

"You did it, Bows!" the gang cheered, even Sniper Mad John from the hills.

"Thank you so much for your assistance! Please, be blessed for eternity!" said one of the soldiers as he shook his hands with Bowser. One of the other soldiers called for transport on his radio. "However, we must take the remains of the Minotaur."

"Can I keep the head though? Just for the memoir!" requested Bowser as he held the decapitated head of the Minotaur.

"No problem, but after we remove the data components from its head." said one of the soldiers. They didn't wait long before a sight of a Boeing CH-47 Chinook tandem rotor heavy lift helicopter appeared in the skies of Knossos. The Chinook descended from the skies to pick up the gang and the Hellenic soldiers and took them to the nearest base.

Later that day, in the center of Heraklion, Bowser and his gang held a speech in front of the citizens, celebrating the destruction of the dreaded Minotaur once and for all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today I tell you that the reign of Minotaur...HAS ENDED ONCE AND FOR ALL!" declared Bowser as he showed the public the decapitated head of the heinous beast. The citizens responded with a thunderous applause and constant cheering of "BOWSER OUR HERO!".

"Thank you, Thank you! Now, we shall get our reward and we will….OPEN A NEW RESTAURANT. A RESTAURANT CALLED KORNJAČA!" said Bowser as somewhere in the city the restaurant opened. "Now farewell, citizens of Heraklion!"

As Bowser left, some of the citizens started crying, begging for him to come back, but he did wave to them as the final goodbye.

Later, he approached his colleagues near his boat as they applauded him as well.

"Well then, now we got 10 million euros. Never expected to have that much money in my life." smiled George as he played around with the bucks he had in his hands.

"Yessss! Even the Greeks shall taste the glorious food of Hrvatska!" said Brane as he raised his hand.

"Aye, that was good, lads. Aye have been missing a fight like this!" clamored Mosseau as he raised his Vickers guns in the air.

"I've got a question for you before we continue our quest, fellas!" said Bowser as everyone looked at him. "Does Crete belong to anyone?"

"Yes, to Greece." Sniper Mad John immediately answered.

"Is Greece…." continued Bowser, but before he could finish the question, John already nodded. "...Does that mean..."

"Yep, mate." said Sniper Mad John while forcing a smile.

"…."

"HECK!"