You were hanging out with Third Reich and Imperial Japan. All of you were having pizza and ice cream because you managed to convince them to. They both were busy talking about war strategy while you were……. Well…… Falling in love with your pizza to say the least.

You don’t remember much, but you remember seeing the USSR. USSR throwing a grenade at you three. You think that you picked up Third Reich and Imperial Japan, one over each shoulder and took off running, but you cant remember. Last you know, you tosses Third Reich and Imperial Japan away from you, then a loud boom.

You hear voices around you. You are in the hospital, everything hurts, and you feel like you are missing a few limbs. Just your eyes don’t want to open. You might be unconscious.

TR: “I cant believe he managed to save us from that grenade….”

IP: “I hope he’s okay. He is still unresponsive….”

TR: “I don’t know. Its been two months. He lost his right leg for christ’s sake!”

IP: “I know Reich, but there isn’t much we can do.”

TR: “Well….. I guess if he dies, his last moments was eating Pizza, his favorite. Don’t you agree, Imperial?”