Hump day! (Of my week at least)

Welcome distinguished minions to the halfway point of this very special TROGP presentation.

Lets see, we've covered ranged infant mammals and the excrement expulsion potential of religious enemies upon meeting their worst fears face to face.
Both of which take a little ARR and DEE (if you're curious, that is Research and Development by pirates.... The best kind of research and development) but not a lot of science, and I love me some science!

Is my next weapon going to be a battlefield revelation? The next Atomic Bomb? A highly practical instrument of pain? PSSSSHHHH! You best know better. This is a week of psychological warfare after all.

My next machination is all about that ever elusive "I think he just pooped himself" factor.

Revelation? Absolutely, it did come from me.
Revolutionary? Without a doubt, nobody else would try it.
Practical? Not a bit, but the enemy would not even think of fighting back after seeing...

Yes, those are genetically enlarged, enhanced and air-breathing sharks (told you we might have those) mounted to walking exoskeletons.
Believe it or not... catching the sharks was the hardest part. The insulting nature and mechanical engineering was easy. We ran out of money before we found a boat, so we had to steal a deep-sea canoe. (found out later, there is no such thing... you try catching Great White in a kayak)

Now that we're on the down slope, what do you think tomorrow will bring? Find out tomorrow, boys and girls.