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“Push through!” Reginald shouted, but it was too late. The Crawlers’ last survivor, a scarred veteran named Old Rusty, climbed into a . Not a toy tank—a full-scale, tread-rolling, cannon-firing war machine from the W.M.D. arsenal.
“Where am I?!” he yelled.
POOF.
Corporal Wiggle raised a gooey appendage. “Sir, isn’t that a bit… much for a suburban skirmish?”
He was on the Windows 10 desktop. His worm-body was rendered as a tiny, animated icon standing on a field of “Recycle Bin” and “System 32 (Do Not Delete).” worms w.m.d pc
The Concrete Donkey materialized in the sky—a massive, stone-gray donkey head with dead, marble eyes. It hung there for one perfect second, then plummeted. The physics engine wept. The donkey struck the center of the Crawlers’ formation. The explosion was not a fireball. It was a geometry event . The ground cratered. The trampoline launched into low orbit. Three Crawlers were vaporized instantly. The fourth, a survivor named Wrigglesworth, was catapulted into the garden gnome, which then detonated because Kyle had, earlier, secretly placed a mine inside it.
A text box popped up. It was from Kyle.
“Kyle! Anti-tank!” Reginald screamed.
Kyle panicked. He fumbled for the keyboard. He meant to select the . He hit P instead. “Push through
Wrigglesworth’s final words: “That’s not even biologically—”
“Bartholomew, you beautiful idiot,” Slimeball muttered. arsenal