"What could go wrong? you said. We'll invite the Imperials and Chaos to a Barbecue party. I'll be fun, you said. They'll sit down and talk out a few issues, not fight, and maybe not be enemies for a day, you said. I admit it was crazy plan and it kind of worked, until we ran out of mustard... So some Chaos dink tried to crack open an Imp Fist, and...



...now I want to throw you under a moving BAAAAANNNEEEEBLAAAAAADDDEEE!!!!!"