With his helmet, boots, & girdle strapped on, Wooden Ant crept into the queue o’ Titanium Ants storming into their hole.
Let’s see how those terrorists love a li’l vengeance…
“Hey, everyone: ¡look @ this party pirate!”
Wooden Ant stopped, clutching the huge poison bottle ‘hind his back mo’ tightly.
“I was worried we wouldn’t have ‘nough poison,” said ‘nother Titanium Ant.
¿Is this a ruse to lure me into false security, only to arrest me later?
But nobody stopped him when he poured his bottle into the wide punch bowl, & Titanium Ants flocked to it. It took only a half hour for it to be devoured completely.
“¡Wow, I can feel it boiling my veins!” 1 exclaimed as she rubbed her belly.
Her partner nodded.
Wooden Ant could only gape in horror.