Evilstien smiled. So did Evilstein. So did Big Brach although it was far more difficult to ascertain the expression upon the face of the latter, given the fact he was, indeed, a Brachiosaur.

He'd just got laid though. A lot. Ergo, he was probably smiling.

Boogaloo the Bingleboo did not smile though, for smiling would have implied happiness, perhaps even joy or delight, and Boogaloo the Bingleboo was currently feeling none of those emotions. He was, in fact, feeling rather crappy and annoyed, most definitely irritated though that but was entirely due to the fact a rather thick and rusty chain had been forced through his now-swollen right testicle.

The other end of the chain, in case you were wondering, hung loosely around Big Brach's monstrously long neck.

That, of course, was another reason Big Brach was probably smiling.

Evilstein kicked Boogaloo the Bingleboo in the shins, just because, as he and his brother made their way over to the stack of rabbit hutches piled high in the corner of the room.

The room itself was quite large, of course. It had to be, because Big Brach was there and he was a Brachiosaur, a creature larger than the vast majority of things to have ever existed, a small room would simply not have sufficed.

"You'll never get away with this, you fucks!" Kris snarled, although the effect was somewhat lost as she, just as her sub-genre hopping companions, had been squished and squashed and squeezed into what were in reality decent sized rabbit hutches, if you were a rabbit. If you were not a rabbit though and were, instead, a human, just as Kris and her friends, Smith and Jones, then they were ridiculously fucking tiny.

"We already have," said Evilstien and Evilstein in unison, because sometimes they liked to do that, although when they started they found it rather difficult to stop doing so. "No one can save you now, and when we start up this diesel generator the cables attached will electrify the bars of your respective hutches and you will, indeed, be cooked!"

"I don't like the sound of that," said Jones.

"Nor do I, Jonesey," said Smith. "Why're you doing this to us you utter, utter cads?"

"And what've you done with H'ver?" Jones added. "I could really go for a bagel about now. Or a muffin, perhaps even toast!"

"Your robot is currently working in the delicatessen down the street," Evilstein and Evilstien replied with a unified grin. "Apparently he said something about his baked goods not being appreciated, or whatever... We weren't really listening.

"As for why we're doing this... Well, why not? It's all in the name, really."

"But why diesel? Isn't this Greenpunk?"

"Yes," replied Evilstien and Evilstein. "And..?"

"Y'all are gonna' get all kindsa' fucked up." Kris chuckled, and in doing so she shook the hutch within which she was housed. It also hurt her tits because the way she had been squashed into the hutch had really not been conducive to comfort and as such, her tits were the only possible place into which her elbows could dig. "Y'all know about the Eco-Warriors, right?"

"Eco-Warriors?" Evilstein asked, because apparently Evilstien had forgotten he was supposed to be talking in unison with his brother.

"Are you worried about Eco-Warriors, Big Brach?" Evilstien asked.

"Nah," the Brachiosaur boomed. "Fuck the lot of 'em. Prob'ly will, in fact."

"Big Brach isn't worried about Eco-Warriors," said Evilstein. "And to be fair we've got a fucking dinosaur on our side. What've they got?"

At that very moment the door to the very large room was kicked in and midst a cloud of dust and debris stood Rambo, because apparently the term 'Eco-Warrior,' certainly the latter part, is best taken literally.

Rambo held a machine gun in each hand because he was a badass and with an expression that said I've stared death in the face but each and every time I spun death around and fucked it in its ass, Rambo emptied the guns into the dinosaur (whereupon Wilma Flintstone materialised and started ripping chunks of flesh from the fallen Brachiosaur's body) and then turned his attention to Evilstein and Evilstien.

He spat upon discovering his machine guns would no longer fire, dropped them to the floor and pulled out a knife.

"Y'call that a knife?" said Crocodile Dundee, because he was there too.

"What kinda' fucked up place is this?"

"I dunno, Jonesey," said Smith. "Kinda' hope that white light comes along soon though. All of these cameos are making me nervous..."

And then the white light did appear, all bright and luminescent and whatnot, but not before Bumblebee poked his Transformer head around the corner...