The bish waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were rooks in the HQ. He didn’t see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to the bish high command were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
He had been a bish for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the strat raiders and he said to Snailman “I want to be on the B29s.”
Snailman said “No! You will BE KILL BY ROOKS”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the HQ he knew there were rooks.
“This is high command” the radio crackered. “You must fight the dweebs!”
So the bish gotted his La7 and took off.
“HE GOING TO KILL US” said the rooks
“I will vulch him” said the rookmaster and he fired the vulch rocket missiles. The bishop HO at him and tried to blew him up. But then the HQ went down and they were blind and not able to kill.
“No! I must kill the dweebs” he shouted
The radio said “No, bish. You are the dweebs”
And then the bishop was a dweeb.