[ WP ] The villan has just unveiled his secret weapon , but everybody knows that anyone can be easily protected with ( thing of your choice ) . It 's just a matter of getting ahold of it .

`` Yes, fool! This whole chamber will be flooded with toxic chlorine gas! And only I have the antidote!'' Dr. Warcrime cackled. 
 
 `` The whole world soon shall know my fury! London, Paris, New York, the great cities of the world will pay, or die at my hand!'' He continued, as Sgt. Punchmaster drew a handkerchief from his pocket and let it float to the floor. 
 
 `` Your efforts have been valiant, my adversary, but in vain! Even your untimely.. interference.. on the moon can not stop us!'' Dr. Warcrime ranted, as Sgt. Punchmaster undid his fly and reached down his pants. 
 
 `` Our will is absolute!'' The Doktor yelled. `` Our resolve undefeat.. Excuse me, but what the fuck are you doing?'' His cries reverberating through the secret chamber that required defeating his four under bosses to access as the good Sargent whipped out his dick and started pissing on the handkerchief. 
 
 Punchmaster refused to say a word, looking his hated enemy in the eye as golden waves of grain issued forth from his piece. 
 
 `` Are you.. you're pissing right now? What in God's name.. Have you gone mental?'' The Doktor was flustered. Punchmaster merely shook himself off, ( only three times mind, more than that was playing with yourself, and he saved that sort of activity for his wife and liberated French girls ) and reached down for the rag. 
 
 `` I.. I.. Fucking what? What the fuck are you doing? Holy God, man! Don't.. What the fuck!'' The evil one yelled, as our hero took the pee soaked ragged and wrapped it around his face. Also the pee stains made it look like an American flag. 
 
 `` Urea reacts with Chlorine gas.'' Punchmaster growled. `` You may have gotten an A in being a son of a bitch..'' He said, punching the Doktor in the jaw so hard his head came off and was sent back in time, `` But you flunked chemistry.''
