My fighter drone swoops down to 10' above ground, and shoots beanbag rounds at Kahedron before he reaches AI.
With Kahedron unconscious, a claw drops down from the drone, and picks up Stardust's hand, which is still gripping the cheese like a vicegrip, and flys it back to me at an undisclosed location.
I don't know how you got past my 12 implied ninjas with a baseball bat, Kahedron, but clearly, you don't know that I have a Racoon suit from Super Mario Bros 3.
I fly over, avoiding the cannon fire, then turn into a statue directly above you, knocking the cheese out of your hand. After you run around flashing invulnerable, I fly back across the Pit, leaving you stranded with some cannons.
I head to a wine and cheese tasting, paying the security off at the door to taze any of you on sight.
While the three of you are distracted, I once again show flashes of Michael Weston, burned spy extraordinaire, and with the bug that's in a piece of gum on Aurora's shoe (since he never touches the ground), I hear Kahedron's location, jump into that sector of space, commandeer his ship, take the cheese, and return to the Pit.
You fell into my trap! I talk A-Trak into playing a lullaby, putting everyone to sleep at the Bayfront stage at 11:55 PM. I casually find you and retrieve the cheese, what with it bulging out of your pocket and all.
Then, I head to Club Luna's VIP lounge, secure behind multiple rows of security and my posse of 12 fellow Gainesvillians trained in various martial arts.
One month from now, I drive down to Miami, and while I'm not attending Ultra Music Festival, show off my Burn Notice-level skills and thieve the cheese from Neongoyf.
Afterwards, I return to UMF, surrounding myself with over 100,000 other individuals, and rave for 40 of the next 72 hours.
With Kahedron unconscious, a claw drops down from the drone, and picks up Stardust's hand, which is still gripping the cheese like a vicegrip, and flys it back to me at an undisclosed location.
I fly over, avoiding the cannon fire, then turn into a statue directly above you, knocking the cheese out of your hand. After you run around flashing invulnerable, I fly back across the Pit, leaving you stranded with some cannons.
I head to a wine and cheese tasting, paying the security off at the door to taze any of you on sight.
Apologies, putting my newness on display at current.
Then, I head to Club Luna's VIP lounge, secure behind multiple rows of security and my posse of 12 fellow Gainesvillians trained in various martial arts.
Afterwards, I return to UMF, surrounding myself with over 100,000 other individuals, and rave for 40 of the next 72 hours.
I have the cheese!
I have the cheese!