You pull out a conch in the shape of Mr. T's head and blow through a hole in the mohawk. "I pity the fooooool!" bellows from the shell. Suddenly a tank bursts through the walls of the school. Neat right? Well, not actually. The tank parks on top of Miranda, killing her almost instantly (she had enough time to say "Squishy squishy pain pain").
Hannibal pops open the tank and looks towards you, cigar in mouth.
Hannibal: I love it when a plan comes together!
You: Oy vay :/
Well, looks like you lose. It also looks like the A Team will be arrested for a crime they actually committed >.>.
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