Hey guys, Uncle WAAAGH! here!

Sorry for the delay. Writers Block, and Work. Lots of it.

Hope you enjoy.

Unkle looked around the dark entry that awaited him. He rubbed his hands together, hooting.

"Oh hoh hoh hoh hoh. Dis is gunna be gud!" He grinned, as he began to descend into the dark abyss. The blackness swallowed him whole, only to quickly retreat, as a quick spark of golden electricity forced the meak blackness back. He set the electricity dwelling within the prongs to 'not zap, but be ready to zap' mode. Small crackles of electricity danced along the tesla coils mounted on his back, forcing back the darkness. As he continued to walk forward, he noticed that he was beginning to step not on stone, but concrete, and metal. Someone made this entrance. Unkle grinned even more. He descended down the staircase, sure to take one step after another, and make sure he didn't fall. The shoota in his hand was lazily swung around, his finger shoved in the space between the trigger and the trigger guard.

"Ya wuld fink dat a rich twat like dis Bruce Wayne git wuld at least have sum decent sekurity." He said aloud, shrugging to his own comment, as he continued to walk down the staircase. Finally, he reached the end of it, where their was a metal door. It required a passcode, but unlike the previous computers that he 'hacked' into, it had letters in it too. Unkle rubbed his hands, as he shoved the Shoota onto his back, as he began to type in the skeleton key of all passwords.

" F." He typed in, saying each letter aloud so he did not pick the wrong one. The screen turned red, and the sound of a lock being turned within the door aggravated him. Unkle snarled, and grabbed his shoota, and smashed the computer screen with the butt of his gun. The screen came apart like butter, sending shards of glass and sparks of electricity flying. The sound of a lock receding was heard, and the door unlocked, and opened itself.

"Hah!" Unkle grinned, as he cockily walked past the ruined door. Clearly, he was a genius level mastermind when it came to hacking.

"Dere aint nobody betta." He told himself, as he took several steps forward, and stopped. He took a deep breath, his jaw dropping to the floor. Well, not literally. In a figure of speech kind of way. Still don't get it? Let me expla-

The room wasn't a room. It was a cavern. And it certainly wasn't small either. It was the size of a massive warehouse, filled with high tech gadgets, computers, and other systems. The sounds of an underground river could be heard below, softly churning against the rocks and stalagmites. A dim white light illuminated the massive cavern. Unkle whistled softly.

"Hot diggity damn. Dis is sum noice place." Unkle mumbled. Then he glanced slightly to the right, and grinned wildly. Their was a massive computer system somewhere in the distance. He hooted, doing a little fist bump. A humie gesture, as he had learned.

"Dis is gunna be fun!" Unkle grinned wildly, as he started to race towards the computer. His boots stamped against the metal floors that suspended far above the cave. As he reached the final step, his boots slid against the wet and slippery metal. He yelped in surprise, as his squig hide boots, made him slip and slide right into the computer's keyboard. His head slammed into the metal and electronics, giving him a quick, yet painful shock. Unkle rubbed his head in pain.

"Note ta self. Dont mess with electrickery." He growled to himself, as he quickly pulled a chair up, and began typing into the computer. Of course, he really didn't know what any of the buttons actually did, and he barely knew how to read, but his button mashing provided usual results, as a folder opened, revealing schematics and blueprints. Unkle gasped in exasperation and excitement, barely able to control himself.

"Now dis! Dis is wut I'm talkin bout! HooHooHoo!" He hooted, rubbing his hands together in savage joy. Just as he was about to try and download the schematics, a whistling object swooshed past him, slicing him in the face, making a long, yet surgically clean cut on his cheek. The object smashed itself into the computers electronics, further ruining it.

"Wot da?" Unkle growled, before a hand snatched him by the skull, and threw him. It was less of a throw, and more of a hostile push, but the result was the same. Unkle slid on the wet and slippery floor, and started to roll down the stairs. All twenty four steps of them. Unkle tumbled and rolled down the step, each time yelling out an 'ow'. Finally, Unkle hit the bottom of the staircase, where he sprawled out all over the floor. He slowly pulled himself up, rubbing his face.

"Bleedin hell me spleen." He grumbled. Before he could react, a fist got him right in the gut. Instinctively, he lashed out with a fist, hearing a grunt of pain. He looked up, and growled.

"Batman." he snarled. Batman did not reply, as he released a fury of fists that Unkle was too dazed to block. Each one slammed into his gut, but an orks pain tolerance was far above a human's, so each punch was only a blip on the radar. However, as he grabbed Batman by the throat, and threw him down another set of stairs, he knew that Batman certainly could feel that.

"Ha! Eat dat!" He guffawed. His humor was shortly ended, as a black metal rope was wrapped around his ankle. Unkle glanced down the rope, and as he was dragged down the stairs with Batman, he let out a single word. "Zog."

They tumbled down the stairs together. While Batman was silent with his thumping, Unkle let out a single different curse word each step of the way. They continued to tumble down for a full minute. While they were going down, Batman snatched Unkle, and the two began to lay blows onto each other. Their positions were shifted with each metal step, and as so, each got their fair share of blows. Finally, as they hit the floor, they were sprawled all over the ground. Unkle slowly pulled himself up, coughing and wheezing. He quickly gave Batman a quick kick to the groin, who was also slowly recovering. This sent Batman back to the ground, groaning. Unkle spat a fat glob of mucus and blood right on Batman's chest.

"Stupid grot. Gonna gut ya loike a roast PIG!" He snarled, as he grabbed his choppa, and slowly came over. He pinned Batman to the ground, and rose the knife into the air.

Batman quickly tapped on something on his wrist. Unkle yipped in pain and shock, as a quick jolt of electricity threw him off of Batman. He growled, brandishing his knife with a quick flip.

"Ya know humie, yoo broke me choppa da last toime we met. Dat wuz me FAVORITE!" Unkle growled, as he charged the humie, who was still recovering. Batman grabbed Unkle by the wrist, and yanked him towards the edge of the platform. Unkle's boots slid against the somewhat wet metal, and he yelped in surprise, as he quickly fixed his trajectory. Instead of plummeting off of the edge, he instead barely held on by a thread, his boots giving some traction to prevent him from slipping. The knife was still clutched in his hands, as he spun around, growling. Batman was now standing normally, posing in a ridiculous stance. Unkle would have chuckled, if Batman did not stick out a hand, and waved his index finger into his direction. The universal sign of someone wanting to throw down. Unkle grinned. He liked this humie. No beating around the bush, just some good old fighting. Unkle charged, swinging his knife. Batman ducked, the choppa going right over his head, as he quickly slipped into Unkle's guard. A heavy punch to the gut made Unkle gasp in surprise, as another hit in the jaw made him stumble backwards. Unkle countered by wildly swinging his knife. The choppa made a thick cut on Batman's armored chestpiece, making a wild cacophony of screeches. Unkle snatched Batman by the throat, and gave him a good headbut. Batman roared in pain, as a quick kick to Unkle's groin made him let go of the caped crusader. Unkle grinned. Clearly, he was the master combatant at this current time. He charged forward, swiping with his choppa again, trying to gut the vigilante. He instead swung himself away from the knife, his back sliding against the blade. Batman grabbed the ork in a chokehold, and tried to strangle him. However, the humie simply tickled him. And made him rather uncomfortable. Unkle elbowed Batman in the gut, but Batman did not let go. Unkle then grinned, as he activated the electric arma. The tesla prongs on his back sparked to life, filling Batman with a healthy dose of nearly 100 volts of electrickery. Batman screamed in pain, letting the ork go. Unkle guffawed, watching the humie twitch and squirm.

"Now dats ingenuity! Yoo fink yer so cleva?" Unkle taunted, crouching down, watching the humie continue to twitch and squirm. Unkle then had an idea. He sat down, pulling a bag of Pop Tarts from his coat. He ripped off a piece of metal from his armor, and shoved the Poptart through it, and tried to cook it over Batman. Of course, this wasn't working. Unkle snorted, as he then sat down on him, and amped up the electricity even more.

"Stupid humie. Cant even cook a good poptart himself!" Unkle grumbled to himself, as he finally got up, and started to climb up the stairs, leaving Batman's body.

"Ya know wot humie? I would have killed ya, but yer fun to foight!" He shouted, as he began to climb up the stairs. So arrogant in his apparent victory, that he did not notice nor hear a pair of footsteps up the staircase. He looked upwards, when a boot connected right into his jaw. Blood splurted out of his mouth, along with one of his teeth, as the velocity sent him tumbling down the stairs again.

"ZOG! NOT! AGAIN!" He shouted, as he continued to fall down each and every step. Again. Though this time he was lucky, as he was only half way up the staircase. He then landed face down on the floor, his legs still up in the air. He slowly pulled himself up, only to be shoved down back to the ground. His hands were twisted behind his back, and he felt strong wire bind them together.

"Da zog are ya doin to me? Dis aint Commorragh!" He shouted, reminded of his painful two week visit of the Dark Eldar city. Those were not good times, and he preferred to keep talk about it to a minimum.

"Shut up." A new voice said, as a boot to the back of his legs kept him to his knees. Unkle growled, as he looked at the new figure in front of him. This humie was smaller, and was wearing a black and blue costume. He had two sticks in his hands that crackled with electricity, and his face, but mostly his eyes, were covered with a bat themed mask. Unkle groaned. So there were MORE then one of these Batmans?

"Batman, you alright?" The humie asked, going over to his mentor. Unkle realised something. He had a spare knife in his pocket. If he could just worm it out, and cut the wire, he could escape. He desperately began to work on that, as the humie was busy trying to bring his master up. Unkle slowly tried to get up, but a quick jab in his stomach with the shocky bit of the the humies stick made him sit down again. Unkle was surprised that he was even alive. Humies were notorious for their xenophobia and hatred for things nonhuman. They should have killed them by now. But, he decided it would be a good idea, not to bring up his possible execution.

"I'm fine Dic- Nightwing." Batman grumbled, as he slowly brought himself up. He then spared Unkle a glance of hatred, as he snatched him by the back of the neck, and started to lead him out.

"Welcome to Earth." Batman grumbled. Unkle scoffed.

"Dat aint original." He grumbled, as he slowly lead out of the batcave. He began to formulate plans and plots of how he was going to make a break for it. However, when they reached the exit of the Batcave and into the manor, they both realised with shock that their wasn't really a manor left. The entire mansion had been ripped utterly to pieces, and Unkle had a good idea of who it was.

Nibbla stood nearly thirty feet away, breathing heavily. Then, it slowly began to turn its head. Every second, its head rotated a single degree. An agonizingly long time, until finally, one greenish yellow eye was staring right at Batman. Nibbla turned around, and let out an ear piercing screech.

"Call of your monster." Batman growled. Nibbla began to slowly walk forward, its scything talons poised and ready to rip the humie to shreds.

"Yoo didn't ask noicely." Unkle taunted. However, his bravado immediately disappeared, as Batman put his bladed gauntlet at the orks throat, putting enough pressure to make the ork bleed slightly.

"Call. It. Off." Batman growled. Unkle gulped and chuckled nervously.

"Roight roight, course course. Nibbla! Nibbla! Don't hurt da humie! Just stay where yoo are!" Unkle shouted. Nibbla did not seem to listen, and slowly stomped closer and closer.

"CALL IT OFF!" Batman roared aloud, right into his ear. Unkle was beginning to sweat vigorously. This was not expected.

"I'm tryin I'm tryin!" Unkle screeched.

"NIBBLA! YOO BETTER STOP IT ROIGHT NOW, BEFORE WERE BOTH DEAD MEAT!" He shouted, before he paused. "BUT MOSTLY, ITS GONNA ME DATS GONNA BE DEAD! YEAH." He added on. Nibbla stopped moving, and merely let out a hiss, its purpose clear. Don't you dare hurt him. Nibbla slowly turned, as multiple black vans rolled up, revealing dozens of heavily armed officers. They lowered their weapons in horror, as Nibbla gave them a good and hard look with its piercing and withering glare.

"So uh, were yooze takin me?" Unkle asked.

"The only place where you would belong." Batman growled.

/

Unkle was stuck in this car for nearly half an hour. It was cramped, dark, and it smelled… well, he didn't really know what it smelled like. It smelled like a combination of squig cheese, spoiled milk, and Necrons. Necrons smelled like… well… metal? Finally, the car stopped, with Unkle's head smashing against the side of the car. He grumbled in pain, as another puff of chemicals got him right in the face. It took him a moment the first time to realize what they were. But now he knew. Sedatives. A door opened in the van, as his seat pushed itself out, and folded so that he was now vertical. The buckle that held him was unbounded, and he was forcefully yanked out.

"Get out." Batman growled. Unkle muttered a few curses underneath his breath. He took a few looks around before he was forcefully shoved inside the building. A place called, Arkham Asylum. Had a nice ring to it. He liked that. Immediately, ten armed guards immediately stood by his side.

"Hm. I dont fink I'm dat dangerous of an indi-" Unkle grumbled, before he got the butt of a gun right in his gut.

"Keep quiet!" One of the guards growled. More of them were storming out like termites, as they began to escort their second friend.

Nibbla let out a hiss, as he walked up right next to his owner. Guns were trained on Unkle on all times, but none were on Nibbla. Batman seemed to have told them that the beast holds to its owner very fondly. Very, fondly. The door behind him closed. Unkle took a long look around. The place was rather expansive and large. It was mostly made of wood, and looked rather nice. However, as they began to walk towards a place called 'Intensive Treatment' Unkle realised that perhaps this place wouldn't look so nice.

"Is the cell ready?" One of the guards asked, as Unkle was slowly escorted away.

"All types of cells in intensive treatment. Would have liked if they gave us a warning, about… you know." Another replied, nudging his head to Nibbla.

"He can hear ya yoo know." Unkle grumbled.

"I SAID KEEP QUIET!" One of the guards screamed. Unkle sighed to himself. This was going to be fun. Not really. Maybe.

The next hour was a blur. He was escorted down to the lowest part of the prison, where he and Nibbla were shoved into a giant metal and titanium laced container. A collar was placed on the orks neck. After a few moments of prodding, it didn't take long to figure out that it was an explosives device. Most likely to keep Nibbla in control. His uniform and all of his possessions that he had kept to himself had been stripped. Everything he had owned was gone, and was instead given a bright orange jumpsuit suit. He hated orange.

"Well Nibbla. Looks like dis is it. Da end of da old duo." Unkle grumbled. Nibbla didn't say anything, as the Hive Tyrant slowly coiled itself up onto the floor.

"Ya know. I neva knew what Tyranids tasted loike." He stated aloud. Nibbla let out a steady hiss of anger. Unkle sighed, as he laid down on Nibblas spiky and spiny leg. He took a deep sigh, as he scratched his bald head, and began to pick at the gaps between his teeth.

"Well, I always knew dat dis was gonna happen. Me, stuck in a prison cell, counting my days fore I get shot in da gutta." Unkle mumbled. Nibbla let out a small growl. The ork chuckled, as he sighed.

"Sorry I forgot ya. I wuld have fought yoo would have gotten shot ya know?" Unkle asked. Nibbla didn't say much. Well, he didn't say anything really. Unkle sighed, reminding himself to shift position every now and then so he didn't get burned by Nibbla's acid.

After what seemed like several hours, finally, the door to his rather large cell opened. A dozen armed guards stormed into the room, pointing their guns right at the mek. Nibbla gave them a piercing glare of hatred so pure, that most of the guards were shaking in their boots.

"You. You're coming with us." One of them said. Unkle sighed, as he slowly got up, and walked forward. Nibbla let out a growl, as the hive tyrant slowly pulled itself up to stand.

"Not yoo Nibbla. Yoo stay roight dere." Unkle mumbled.

/

After ten minutes of walking, Unkle finally was led to a small room. Inside their was a small table and two chairs. And a little potted plant.

"So uh? Do i just mozy moi way in?" He asked. As an answer, he was shoved inside.

"Arsehats." He grumbled to himself, stretching his back, and scratching his collar. He decided to sit down in one of the chairs, and twiddled his thumbs for a few moments, before the door was opened again, and a woman walked in.

"Are you sure you don't need a guard?" Someone asked.

"I think I can handle myself." She replied, as she smoothed out her completely white uniform. A small little 'A' was clipped right on the left side of her chest, as she sat down. She adjusted her midnight black hair, and gave him a little smile, showing perfect teeth. Unkle was somewhat satisfied now. At least someone here had some DECENCY.

"Hello. My name is Teresa Furtado, but you can call me Teresa. I welcome you to Arkham Asylum." She stated, though she did not offer a handshake. Unkle didn't mind.

"So uh… wots da meanin of dis?" He asked offhandedly, trying to figure a way out of this place.

"This is a patient interview… Mr…" She mumbled, gesturing with her hand that she expected an answer.

"Unkle. Just call me dat." The ork stated, scratching the collar on his neck.

"I would suggest you don't touch that." She stated. Unkle sighed.

"Foine, foine." He grumbled.

"So Mr… Unkle… you are an alien, correct?" She asked, as she clicked a small little cassette on the desk. Unkle thought about his answer for a few moments.

"Yeah, but wots dat too yoo?" He replied. She sighed.

"This is a patient interview. That is how this works." She said. Unkle thought about it for a few moments. He guessed that it made some sense. Some. Not a whole lot, but some.

"Well, if yer gonna ask questions, den shoot." He said. She nodded her head, as she began to pull a long list from her pocket. Unkle's nonexistent eyebrows raised up in surprise, as she continued to unfold the long and curly list, until it was nearly the length of her arm, and had the thickness of normal paper. She ripped part of the list off, and hit it against the table to straighten it out.

"So Mr. Unkle. Where do you come from?" She asked. Unkle sighed. So she had to start off with a doozy.

"I kum from da wurld dat we called 'Da Crag.'" He grumbled. She gave him a glance that had an obvious meaning. Explain.

"Da Crag iz an old ork world it is. It was founded by da boyz durin Da Beast WAAAGH!. Da Beast used Da Crag as a stagin point for an invasion to wopie out Da Humies." He began, before he was quickly interrupted.

"Who is 'Da Beast'?" Teresa immediately demanded. Unkle chuckled.

"Only da biggest, strongest, and meanest ork ta eva live! He wuz da soize of a city block, and his teeth were as large as dawoodythingsdatstickoutofdaground! He led da Biggest WAAAGH! Ta eva exist, and It wuz glorious!" Unkle explained, using his hands as visual aides, even though it didn't really help much, if at all.

"And did you take part?" She asked. Unkle shook his head.

"Nah. Da Beast WAAAGH! Wuz a hell of a long toime ago. Razgriz wuz innit doe." He grumbled.

"And who is Razgriz?" She asked. Unkle stiffened. She was heading into orky territory.

"Razgriz wuz me mentor and teacher. He taught me all of da fings dat I know today." He stated. Teresa nodded, and began to read through another part of her long, long list.

"Speaking of which, reports from the crime analysis labs found that you managed to make a teleportation device out of the following: Pieces of a toaster, two Iphones, seven chopsticks, parts of a car battery, two Pop Tart wrappers, an easy bake oven, and a dil- adult entertainment product. Care to explain how?" She asked. He snorted, adjusting the collar of his prison jumpsuit.

"Cuz i'm a damn genius, dats how." He proclaimed.

"And your electric armor. Parts of a car, a tube of lip balm, a pair of scissors, a salt shaker, a harmonica, a pasta strainer, a pair of rubber gloves, a pair of tesla prongs, five toy robots, some traces of quartz crystal, and two pounds of copper wire."

"Cuz i'm a brilliant mastermoind, dats how."

"And finally, your gun, that fired 17mm sized bullets. A butter knife, a lock, a notebook, bottle of lotion, an umbrella, a pack of cards, an oven, two rolls of aluminum foil, a Nerf Gun, and a tea cup."

"Cuz i'm da best mek around, dats how."

"You are not the best mek around. As far as I know, it's completely impossible. And where did you even find half of this stuff?" She asked. Unkle shrugged.

"Da dump." He answered truthfully.

"So, you made a teleportation device, a suit of armor, and a machine gun that shoots rounds nearly the caliber of 20 millimeter rounds; which are designed to shoot down Aircraft and to damage Tanks, from the garbage?" She asked.

"I don't fink I stuttered." Unkle mumbled. She sighed.

"It's literally impossible to create something like that. How did you do it?" She asked. Unkle grinned wolfishly, an idea popping into his head.

"Would you loike a… live… demonstration?" He asked softly. She raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean… live?" she whispered. Unkle leaned in, and began to whisper in her ear.

"Simple. Yoo give me da materials, and I'll show ya how yoo make dis. Slip in some 'junk' into me cell, and I'll have sumfin ta show yoo by mornin…" He muttered. He leaned back, and grinned slightly. Let's see if his genius, masterfully crafted, cunning plan would work.

/

After the ork was escorted back to his cell, he took a nap for roughly two hours. There really wasn't much, if anything to do in his cell. Nibbla had coughed out a small blob of Biomass that turned itself into a Ripper, if only to give his master something to play with. He played an endless game of tossing the squirming Tyranid into the air, to only catch it in his hand, and then toss it again. The real challenge was not to get his fingers ripped apart by the Ripper, as literally half of its body was a mouth with small needle like teeth. Then, roughly at midnight, his cell opened, and a pile of garbage was pushed into the cell. Unkle grinned slightly at this, as he stopped throwing the Ripper into the air, and popped it over to Nibbla, who quickly devoured it.

"Jackpot." He mumbled to himself, as he waited for the cell door to close. He quietly began to scrounge through the pile of garbage, and put himself to work. Without Power Tools, Welders, and other items, it was difficult, but it was nothing he couldn't do.

By morning, he slapped the collar that was around his neck into the clip of his brand new weapon, shoved the clip into his gun, and pulled back the firing pin.

"Roight. Operashun "Getmedahelloutofdiszogginplace' is now undaway!" He cackled, as he pulled the trigger.

The recoil on the Kustom Mega Blasta sent him flying into the wall, resounding with a loud thump. He let out a groan of pain, as the gun fell out of his hands, and he slowly peeled off of the wall, and then landed on the floor with a 'splat'. However, the plan had worked. Their was no longer a door, only ashes. The pure amount of energy from the Kustom Mega Blasta had literally vaporized it. He grinned wolfishly, as he and Nibbla ran out the door. Immediately, red lights flared, as the entire security grid began to overload.

"Roight Nibbla! Froo hell we go!" He hooted, as Nibbla swept his tail under the ork. Unkle quickly clambered up the Tyranids back, setting himself firmly on the top of Nibblas head. He gave Nibba a quick kick from his boot, and the Hive Tyrant let out a psionic screech, as it began to charge forward. Bulkheads were quickly being sealed, as they tried to stop their progress. But Nibbla was angry. And no one got Nibbla angry.

Nibbla ripped through the Bulkheads, as it charged like a bull. Reinforced Titanium was parted like the moses twat with the red (wasn't even red) sea.

"Roight Nibbla, weze on da lowest part of da prison, roight?" Unkle asked. Nibbla didn't even respond, as the hive tyrant quickly changed direction, as it continued to stomp and charge

"And we gotta get to da HIGHEST part of da prison to getdazogoutta here, roight?" He added on. Nibbla didn't say much, as it quickly began to rip its way through the walls, irreversibly releasing quite a lot of prisoners as it destroyed quite a few cell doors with collateral damage. A pool of orange jumpsuits and a variety of shades of humie skin colors flooded out of the ruined cells. Unkle grinned. Here was a business opportunity just waiting to happen.

"Oi ya twats! If ya wanna get da zog outta dis place, AND…" He shouted, as he tapped Nibbla affectionately on the head. "Ya dont wanna get comfertable with big old beasty boy ere, den yoo lads shuld werk for me!" He offered. They were quiet for a few moments, though it was rather difficult to hear if they were actually being silent, as the blaring alarm system was proving difficult to hear.

"Do we get paid?" Someone yelled.

"Yes! But not yoo! Yer gonna work fer free, ya greedy bugga!" Unkle shouted. He heard a quick 'Aww', before he got a roar of approval from the inmates. Unkle grinned wildly. Things were going according to his somewhat existing scheme. However, as he heard bulkheads and security fences powering up, he knew time was short.

"Roight den lads! Ya first job is ta riot! Take ova da prison, let all of da boyz out, and let dem riot, kick, scream, and shout!" He shouted. He could hear the stamping of feet and guns being loaded. The security were coming.

"But dont let them let it all out! Deyz gunna need sum energy, ta beat dere bludy heads against da loons dats gunna stop us! I SAY, LET EM TRY! SHOOT! SMASH! STOMP! CHOP!" He roared. Nibbla slowly turned around, as one of the gates opened, revealing a team of security guards. They slowly looked on in horror, as Nibbla began to produce an alarming amount of Bioplasma, a large green glow coming from its stomach, that slowly rose to its mouth.

"Nope! Fuck that! Nopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenope!" One of the guards screamed, as he threw down his gun and made a run for it. It was a smart move.

Nibbla puked out the massive blob of bioplasma. The blueish green blob of biological plasma energy connected with the front of the security team. Those in the front didn't even have time to scream, as their flesh literally melted off of their bones, and then their bones followed short. Those in the back got off the luckiest, only getting third degree burns and parts of their flesh being liquified. However, they were quickly cut down, as the prisoners took the security guards weapons, and put them out of their misery.

"ROIGHT BOYZ! FORWARD!" Unkle shouted.