“Into the machines! them into the Z-Chambers!!!” You tell your friends.

The A.Z.C.L. members don’t hear you, too must with putting shaped charges on the machines.

Brad, Tom and Fred nod in unison and spring into action, attacking the overly confident paramilitary zealots.

Brad wrestled with the leader, grabs his machine gun and kicks him back. The paramilitary idiot lurches and stumbles back into the nearest Z-Chamber, the doors sealing automatically with a satisfying Pneumatic hiss and Tiffany dialed up the levels of all the changes and started the leaders transformation.

Tom and Fred struggled with two other would be crusaders of the A.Z.C.L. until the two paramilitary morons realised that Brad had a gun aimed at them. Their zealotry had limits and they gave in. Tom and Fred unceremoniously push the other two into the waiting chambers.

“I’m not paying for them to use the chamber,” noted Fred.

Tiffany nodded as she adjusted the settings and started the Z-Chamber process.