Tuong-Lu Kim: (finishes building something) Eh. Eh, eh, there we go. All finished. (pulls out a bazooka that reads "MONGOLIAN ERADICATOR.") My Mongorian Missile Defense system! Those Mongorians try to break down my shitty wrall again, they gonna get a big heat-seeking missile surprise! (puts down his missile, then the Mongolians arrive.) Oh! Herro Mongorians! Yeah! You come to break down my shitty wrall? (Mongolian holds out a baseball) Oh, you gonna frow that basebarr at my wall?! Oh no! Not a basebarr! I'm pwetty scared! Oh you know what? I might have something here that's a wittle bigger than a baseball! (takes out his Mongolian Missle Defense System) Say herro to my rittle friend! (launches rocket. Mongolian then pours gas on the baseball, and thens lights it. He throws the baseball at the missle, so the missle backfires.) Oh, crap.