The Marines burst into the room. Its over before the Cylons knew what hit them. There are destroyed bulletheads and skinjobs everywhere. One of the marines feels an object touch his boot. He quickly looks down, thinking its a dying Cylon grabbing his leg. However nothing is there but something catches his eye near the hallway. He proceeds to the hallway with backup. There he sees something hell never forget, an eight inch Cylon with two red eyes running down the hallway. However theres no chance for its escape, its strides are just too short. The Marine smacks the miniature centurion with his assault rifle... even if the Marine gave him a fighting chance it wouldnt have mattered, his karate chop arm could never hurt a Marine. The miniature centurion comes to a bit later but he cant move. He realizes he is tided up. He checks out his surrounding and there he sees them. There on the other side of the window standing next to the airlock control. He finally can finally see clearly enough to see USAFRaptor, Sirolk, flicker, oOSibaOo, and that blasted Marine. "We've known about you for some time" Raptor says. "I dont know what youre talking about" the miniature Centurion says. They just look at each other and roll their eyes. "Youre not in your imillsx suite" Raptor says. Sirolk presses the button. The miniature Centurion is sent flying into space. While he's flying away he looks back and sees all the ships gun turrets tracking him. The last thing he sees is the Cannon flashes. In hell finds out that the humans were correct about the gods all along. He spends the rest of his everlastingly damnation wondering where he went wrong, who took part in this, and how his fellow Cylons will react to his shaming defeat.

die you toaster