General Scroll held on for dear life to the stone jutting out. It took almost all of his strength to keep from being swept away by the water pouring down. He cursed, well... everything. He hated pretty much everything right now.

He saw something tiny and pink come zipping down the waterway. "Wheeee!" cried General Clip as he sped on down. "Hi, mister General Scroll!"

Scroll tried to take his pistol and aim it, but he fumbled the grip and it went down the waterway. He cursed again and gripped the stone with both forelegs.

"HOOOOOOOOOO!" bellowed a great voice above him, and Scroll looked up.

His eyes were wide and his stomach was stone as he saw a great black inner tube careening down towards him, and in that inner tube, the hulking, muscle-bound form of General Quake.

There was nothing to do but accept the inevitable indignity that the next ten seconds would bring.