Spaceman Splif and his gang of Steel Wolves Clan Battle Armor happen upon Artillery Joe scratching his head, standing next to a scorch marked towed artillery piece.

Splif: What seems to be the trouble here?

Joe: Well, some idiot went and shot up my artillery piece!

Splif: (now recognizing this as an SS artillery piece and chuckling) That would be our side.

Suddenly the heavy WHOOP WHOOP of incoming VTOLS can be heard. Soon 5 SS Balacs cruise over the horizon heading directly for Splif and his men.

Thinking quickly, Splif tells his men to jump onto the center of the artillery piece and stand still.

One of SPlif's men: Uh, sir we're out in the open. They could easily hit us with their guns or missles!

Splif: Trust me on this!

Joe: I hope you guys have life insurance.

The SS Balacs appear to be moving in for the kill, when they begin circling the artillery but don't open fire.

Joe: SHOOT THEM! SHOOT THEM!

Balac Pilot: YOU IN THE BATTLE ARMOR! MOVE AWAY FROM THE SALVAGED VEHICLE WITH YOUR HANDS UP!

Joe: SHOOOOOOTT TTHEEEEMMMM!

Splif: Just hold still men.

Joe: (now preparing to have a coronary) DAMIT, SHOOT THEM!

Balac Pilot: (to Joe) Sorry, operations manual doesn't let me shoot enemy units touching one of ours unless we "base" them.

Joe: It's junk. BLOW IT UP TO!

Balac Pilot: Sorry, can't shoot our own unit. It says on page 5...

Joe: (now turning various shades of purple) Ok then, BASE THEM AND SHOOT THEM!

Balac Pilot: Well, we could drop down out of the sky and hover inches from the enemy, but then we can't shoot them anyway, They'd be too close. According to paragraph twelve...

At this points Joe's rage reaches overload and he bursts a blood vessel in his brain, instantly killing him.

Balac Pilot: PLEASE MOVE AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE! PRETTY PLEASE?!?!?

Splif: (smiling as widely as before) Just about 20 more minutes men and we win.