Sir Kill-Basa, takes a drag of his cigarette as he looks on the beach. The Great White Knight of the Sea-Sharkturus- has returned to finish what he started.

"Let's 'ave another go shall we? Ya finned wanker" said the fuzzy knight. His scar stung like it happened yesterday.

Sir Kill-Basa flicked his cigarette and took off his armor. He was going to need all the speed he can muster for the final battle. Kill-Basa torpedoed through the water with his blade like an archangel- with grace and fury.