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Bad news, Adverse Interests, LLC. Your Nion, Bats!, has died in the field. Please review the asset profile and make the arrangements that apply.
"What can you say? Bats are a classic. Perfect for lairs and operations alike. I prefer mine released from a zeppelin hidden in a black cloud to swoop down on London by the thousands."
"They can't be trained, they don't do tricks, but they look amazing issuing from a cave in a screeching, twisting whirlwind of flapping wings."
AKA: Halloween Lair Upgrade, Surprise Bats, Super Bats, Bat Menace, Screeching Bats, Guano Makers, Those Darn Bats, Ohhhh Bats, Not Birds, Hate Pigeons, Flying Hair Pears, Mad Kiwis, Fuck!
Customer Score: 76% (rate)
Availability: More Units Available!
Capabilities: Screeching, turning right upon exiting the cave, terrifying simple natives, portending omens, producing guano (a key ingredient in Sunny D), flapping, biting, impersonating birds at a distance, potentially spreading rabies to your enemies, and top score at hanging upside down.
Equipment: Mouse body, wings, and fuck off giant ears so big they can see things.
Special Training/Notes: Bats, like the wind, can only be harnessed and never tamed. Gold bats are unfortunately no longer available because of a UK-wide ban on the paint used. Giant bats are still available, but you must provide the growth serum or radioactive waste at least 5 weeks in advance.
|Circumstance of Contract Liquidation:|
The Territorial Navy, working in conjunction with MI35, pursued the freighter into the Channel. As gun boats closed in on the ship, the secret compartment opened releasing the old Adverse Interests Terror Sphere Hovership carrying the press beneath it. After some difficulty with the lifter graviton pods, the Terror Sphere arose. Pursuing helicopters were prevented from following by the release of more than a thousand bats directly into their rotors. The penny press was taken back to the secret (more)
The Amazonians value combat prowess and purity of spirit. By wrestling half naked, they pay homage to both virtues by displaying their battle-forged bodies while preserving as much modesty as their society deems necessary. The gelatin in which they wrestle is symbolic of the fluid nature of battle, a concept the Amazonians call ‘akgor-gra.’
Pros: Much more comfortable than my last toilet seat, which was a transparent resin with seashells embedded inside. The outer layer wore off from friction, exposing the sharp jagged edges of the seashells, which were constantly scrapping my backside and causing major cuts and open sores.
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