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A large army of Bilding pros is headed for Dustlands. I prepare my rapidfire mininuke launchers and death ion cannons, waiting for the bilding bros to come to my base and get forgeted bombed to their doom.
At the slopes, our Aperture Labratories is sending out large amouts of mininukes from nonraycasting patches in the highestmost ceiling. We are ready to fire cheezeburgurs and bagels whenever neccecary to wipe out the army heading twoards us.
On the ocean we've set up a space station to launch to the Bilding Pro Base near the remains of a destroyed planet. The secret location has been revealed and we plan to use our destructo hammers to kill clones and destroy the lab with some sort of ease.
At egyptia I've set up cloners in the heavens and the well. I  have our rapidfire dinnerblasters to shoot bagels and cheezeburgers at armies when they come.
There are 41,975 Bilding Pro Clones and counting.
And my armies still have no photograp-taking devices of any sort.