Incoming Heavy Artillery

Incoming aerial assault initiated without warning! A heavy thud shook the quartz plains right as a sliced, steaming processed sausage cylinder slammed into the open counter perimeter three paces out. Greasy shrapnel ricocheted across my pepperoni armor. Heeding your emergency alert, I initiated a tactical combat dive, hauling the Strike Trike under the curved chrome overhang of the toaster citadel. Wedging my boots against the metallic foot peg, I raised my carbine into defensive high-ready. The sizzle out in the kill zone is deafening, but this bunker roof holds firm.