*stealing that classic line from Apocalypse Now*
Mmm...I love the smell of balls in the morning.
...wait, no, GOOD BEJEEBUS, that didn't come out right!
Ah, well. *despite the threat of impending air strike doom, continues compulsively to pelt the enemy 'Wok soldiers with dodgeballs.* Come on, men! They might think they have superior firepower...but we have...
*rolls out a fully-loaded trebuchet, with red rubber balls about three meters across as ammunition*
...the power of balls on our side!No more ball jokes from me. I promise.