900 Nazi robots charged up the hill.
“Oh boy,” Kaptain Kīlauea sighed.
“Got a volcano power to take care of ‘em?” little Nora Noa asked.
“Yeah, but…”
“But, what?”
He aimed his rear at the robots. “I can’t sit for a week after using my pyroclastic flow!”
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