In a blinding flash of light, the combatants from the surface of Tefillin appeared in the middle of a circle of charred ash. Each of them was in the same position they were in at the moment of their teleportation. They were on a large, red rock hill overlooking a gorge. They had been teleported randomly by some extraordinary powerful force, for some strange reason. Parody Prime looked around at the red rock landscape and his ocular visor widened marginally at the Communist Rock he was standing on.
He began to fire his eye laser randomly, his logic motivators overriden by the sheer essence of COMMUNISM that surrounded him.
