AMERICA RUNS ON DUNKINS!
"You will not defeat me!" Yelled Hitler at the top of his lungs. The shriek sent shivers down Indy's spine as he shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. Indy sneered.
"True evil never dies," he replied, his voice low and menacing, "but I was hoping we could settle this like men."
Hitler replied, "Acht Tung Baby!" as he pulled a samurai sword from the sheath on his back.
"Here we go again..." said Indy, lifting himself out of his chair, hitting Hitler with a left hook.
"You are strong for an old man," Hitler muttered, wiping blood from his mouth, "but now that I have been thawed and fitted with robot parts, you are no match for me!"
Indy sneered.
"...America," Hitler began, "it runs on greed."
"No," said Indy, "America RUNS ON DUNKINS!"
He pushed his chair toward Hitler, which knocked him to the floor in a tumble, but not before Hitler launched his samarai sword, twirling in the air like a boomerang, toward Indy's arm. With one swipe, a red gash was left on his shoulder.
It was at this point that the rage came up from some ungodly depth within him, and he grabbed his steel wheelchair, holding it above Hitler's cowering, shivering head. It was then that Indiana let out his parting words:
"GET OFF MY PLANE!"
"True evil never dies," he replied, his voice low and menacing, "but I was hoping we could settle this like men."
Hitler replied, "Acht Tung Baby!" as he pulled a samurai sword from the sheath on his back.
"Here we go again..." said Indy, lifting himself out of his chair, hitting Hitler with a left hook.
"You are strong for an old man," Hitler muttered, wiping blood from his mouth, "but now that I have been thawed and fitted with robot parts, you are no match for me!"
Indy sneered.
"...America," Hitler began, "it runs on greed."
"No," said Indy, "America RUNS ON DUNKINS!"
He pushed his chair toward Hitler, which knocked him to the floor in a tumble, but not before Hitler launched his samarai sword, twirling in the air like a boomerang, toward Indy's arm. With one swipe, a red gash was left on his shoulder.
It was at this point that the rage came up from some ungodly depth within him, and he grabbed his steel wheelchair, holding it above Hitler's cowering, shivering head. It was then that Indiana let out his parting words:
"GET OFF MY PLANE!"