*Riding through several doorways and walls, I knock War straight out of his straight jacket and into a massive wasabi dish, continuing to plough through on my trusty steed, its mighty tusks engorging the air as I rear it around in the wasabi sauce pool*
THAT'S RIGHT!! I RIDE THE SPACE WALRUS!!
Wrong A, aye?
Well ... fuck.
Speaking of fucking, is it a bad to to mention the fear turkey?