Unfortunately for Waffles and Crumpets here, they believed they could hide behind mere machinery against my army of mutants, when they did not realize the very drinks they were consuming were filled with the radioactive DNA of French Toast.
Unfortunately for them they shall become new versions of French Toast to supply her army!
I warn the opposing army again: do you desire more of these eldritch abominations, my so called “nuclear strikes”? Stand down, enough with the bats, or more of them shall be turned into horrors beyond comprehension.