A normal Buckethead stepped in. The zombies cranked the dials. Add: Football Zombie’s tackle. Add: Gargantuar’s health. Remove: weakness to Butter. The result was a metal-clad behemoth that waded through three rows of Peashooters, ignoring Wall-nuts like they were pebbles. It didn’t even flinch at Kernel Corn’s butter.
“No more will my minions be slow, predictable fodder!” Zomboss cackled, adjusting his goggles. “Now, I can build the perfect zombie!”
“Fascinating,” he whispered, pulling out blueprints labeled Morph Maker 4000 – With Undo Button . “The real game… is customization.”
“We didn’t win,” Dave grinned. “We just made the next version harder to build .”
CRACKLE—POP—FIZZ.
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