Alarm! Alarm! shrieked the Kommandant of the unterseeboot. "Make ready ze torpedos." he barked, in anticipation of the crew's first kill in over sixty years. :raise_eyebrow:
"See Willhiem!" He scolded the first officer as he scratched at the verdigris on his monocle, "I told you ze war vasn't over! :patch: Make revolutions to intercept and ve'll blow ze NES swine off onto another tangent and well past three thousand posts!"
With a wheeze the sub's mighty engines rolled over and settled into a rythmic pulse of precision german engineering. Propulsion officer Rotorax, who had enjoyed a brief fling :FeelGood: (and game of 'hide the bratwurst') with an austrian engine maker's daughter while on his last shore leave, signalled the Helm.
"If only you had let me modify the engines Herr Kommandant, I am sure I could haf made them rev to over 5 thousand and not self destruct....."(aviation reference )