GRAND TWEET V: it's over!

The drone falls into a death spiral, opening its repaired windshield to launch its pilot out. For once, selfless.

Launched from his deceased conveyance, titanic draconic shovel swinging down, towards The Pithy.

"Hey, congrats! You win! See you later!"

"Well. That WAS pithy." Vrew. Pkkssht. KAPOW

Back in the graveyard, nothing changed, though everything had.

Catarath mourns friends unburied, unavenged.

On standby for All-Stars.