"Soldier! Get the bazookas ready?"
"Prepare the Grenade Blasters! I want every boggle that engages to beg for mercy!"
"Hurry! You 8 will man the Octavius! If those Bighle bastards trý anything funny, we'll shoot so many explosives down their asses, they won't even know who to call Daddy!"
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Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! The marines, navy and soldiers all worked as one, preparing for battles should any boggle try anything funny.
But as far, they haven't seen a single niggle yet.
However, they still felt uneasy.
Sweat trickled down their foreheads despite the cold weather.
They could hardly breathe when manning their stations.
They weren't here to spot the boggles but here to attack if they got word from their Walkie Talkies.
The ships had sensing radars, that could sense approaching objects around and below them when a certain sound wave is released.
