Heading back to finish the job. (For a 'trash the palace' sequel?)

Who : White Wolf, Phil, Tara, MP, etc...
When : Just after Tara threatened to pluck the hamster like a
chicken...
Where : Dunno... Mp stole my sense of direction, and probably my
sanity too...
----<Snipazoid>----
"Yep....It's a space catapult...My plan is to put the oil into hyper-
dense barrels , then literlay shoot it at the earth at a very fast
speed."
"Nice idea, how do you stop the barrels from going splat once they
reach earth..."
"Well, that's the bit I don't like..."
"What? What don't you like about it?" WW was very nervous now...
"I havn't a clue...any suggestions?"
----<End Snipazoid>----
"Hmmm....", said the huge hamster as he scratched his chin for a
moment, and thought outloud, "Too bad we can't just have them all
land on Commodore Tobasis's residence... parachute's obiviously are
out because there's atmosphere in space, and doing air braking in the
earths' atmosphere can't be used unless fitted each of the barrels
with individual propulsion systems. Smeg... If we had a larger
version of the wormhole like the gateway Rufus & I used to spring the
admiral from Rinsey's prison, we could've probably fired them thru a
wormhole from here to earth and into some large body of water to
absorb the impact to keep the barrel from breaking open..."
Phil spoke up, "Well, there is the new wormhole I recently set up for
King... Umm, I mean... Captain Niples from New Ibiza to earth, so the
queen could get between the palace and her newest vacation spot."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"You didn't ask!"
"Nevermind. You built your space catapult, and I'll set course for
New Ibiza!" Said the huge hamster starting to walk away, before
suddenly turning back and asking, "Oh, You can set that wormhole of
yours to deposit the hyper dense oil barrels into a nearby body of
water can't you?"
"Yeah..." answered Phil quickly.
Then the large hamster quickly gave the thumbs up, and then left, as
phil finished while he was out of earshot, "if I can remember where I
put my instruction book for the wormhole cannon..."
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As the burgeoning hamster walked through the halls on his way to the
drive room to give the order to set course for New Ibiza, he was just
walking past a 5' 4" crew woman which he vaguely recalled as Sydra,
one of the Phil's security people when...
----<Snerp>----
Walking along Sydra began to feel ill at ease. With seemingly no
preconceived notion, and little control, Sydra broke into song.
*She died of a fever,
And sure no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive alive O!*
----<End Snerp>----
He paused, for a moment, not recognising the song, and debated for a
moment about whether he should double back and ask her what the
song's name was, when he suddenly realised he'd already gotten the
musical whimesy himself, first he started humming, but eventually
stepped to the lift, while singing softly to himself.
"The King of Zor,
He called for a war,
And the King of Zam, he answered,
They fashioned their weapons one upon one,
Ton upon ton,
They called for war at the rise of the sun."
He paused to press the lift call button, and continued.
"Out went the call,
To one and to all,
That echoed and rolled like the thunder,
Trumpets and drums, roar upon roar,
More upon more,
Rolling the call of - 'Come now, to war!'
Throughout the night
They fashioned their might,
With right on the side of the mighty,
They puzzled their minds, plan upon plan,
Man upon man,
And at dying of dawn the great war began."
He paused again as the lift arrived, opened it's door, and he stepped
on, then continued again.
"They met on the battlefield, banner in hand,
They looked out across the vacant land,
And they counted the missing, one upon one,
None upon none,
The war it was over before it begun.
Two little kings playing a game,
They gave a war and nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
Nobody came."
And as he finished the lift door opened again. The huge hamster
stepped out, and briskly walked into the "Dean Thomas" remodeled
drive room.
"Alota, Don't you think the Blue Dwarf's due for some Shore leave?"
Said the Huge hamster, but without waiting for her to answer, he
continued, "MMmmm. Besides, it'll give our navigator some more
parrell parking practice. Set course for New Ibiza!"