You defend mega-weapon while it cools

You know you are in danger of draining the battery dry. The sides of the weapon are going to crack if it gets any hotter. You get into a martial arts stance as you protect the weapon. You hear stealthy little feet approaching from all directions. Its a large group of squirrels, they have shed they're human suits and they attack you in wave after wave. Your favorite attack is to kick them into the overheated weapon, they make a crazy frying sound and the fur is converted into stinky smoke. The are leeping and biteing three hundred and sixty degrees around you. You bat them away with your arms. Grab them twists they're necks till they snap. You kick and stomp on them but they just keep comeing. Biteing biteing biteing. You soon fall unable to stand any more and its all over. You are covered in a biteing mass of angry rodents, chewed to death and left to dry in the uncareing sunlight.

The End