Clint's not the only one in deep doo-doo..

"Hah, who's smiling now Soldier-Barbie?" "Hell, I can't help it... I was sculpted this way!" "For that tired, predictable gag... you will die!" then why's the author of this crap still alive?

Suddenly... "Commandant Ilsa... the lift door is closing..." "What! Who did that?"

"I did! Agent Tori strikes again!" *TWHACK!* "No! If I fall I'll never get back up again with these!"

"Whoa, look at those babies bounce!" "Take a good gander, Capt...

... they're the last things you'll be seeing..."

Hey, is this a private massacre, or can anyone join in?

"Be my guest" "g'night, Ilsa... perhaps in your next custom your skin tones will all match up!"

Meanwhile... "More good news - I've just heard that Ilsa and Captain Black have been eliminated!" "That is excellent news, Major Midge... and I believe I can re-customise Nazi Heidi and Nazi Eowyn..." "What! I don't want to go back to being a good girl! All those dresses and fawning over men who run off with homely-looking elf gals!"

"You'll get yours Red, just wait 'til the Aeryn-eating aliens strike..." "Oh, we're prepared... take her away while I check in with the monster-busting Colour Squad..."

"What's that, Ma'am... no, no Aliens yet...

...just a whole bunch of Buffy-snacking Zombies..."

"... the only alien we've seen was the Gamorean Guard... but Crazy Harry's taking care of him..."

"Buh? Wot duh pretty sparklin ball do?" "BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."