All the veg that I rallied up are ready, are spoons full of pepper and are armor is tin foil. I stand in front of my troops now, satisfied.
"Right now veg! What are we going to do?" I yell out to them.
"Kill the fruit!" They yell back.
"Are we goingto run away?"
"Are we going to lose?"
"Are we going to go out there and fight to the death?"
"Yes!" I smile, they have learnt well.
"Well then my fellow veg. On my command. CHARGE!"
We all run into the battle field, throwing our pepper as we go. Many retreat back to get more pepper and few fall. I on the other hand am heading to the sink where the fruit had Boris held.
"I'm coming !"