Lieutenant General McMurty glared with grim determination as the great, gray beast shuddered and bellowed at him. The behemoths surrounded him, far as the eye could see. Year after year their ranks had grown, the ground slick and black along their well used paths.

They belched their noxious fumes and bleated noisily. No matter how many he slayed their numbers grew.

But McMurty was determined to fight till the end even if all of the others had long since succumbed. The monster stood its ground, unafraid of this scampering monkey. But he knew their weak points, and they were too stupid to change their response. Only their increasing numbers assured their eventual victory.

With an anguished cry, he charged. Swinging at a vulnerable foot with his saber, he felt the flesh give way and the creature limped feebly. He hacked again at another foot. One of the many humans they had enslaved shouted gibberish at him. It was time to retreat.

“You psychotic hobo! You know how much whitewalls for this Hummer cost?”