By that night, news of Palmer's death had traveled back to the camp. Spirits were low and Colonel Forbin felt devastated. Even though he had only been in Gamehendge for one day, he had already developed a deep hatred for Wilson. He wanted desperately to help the revolutionaries, but without Palmer, it seemed hopeless

I'm running so fast my feet don't touch the ground
I'm a stranger here I'm going down
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard, open the door

AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
DC Bag!

Time to put your money where your mouth is,
Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out.

"Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die,
Oh Wilson, Punch you in the eye,
Wilson, kill you 'til you die,
Oh Wilson, Punch you in the eye"

Chains and specks of islands curved
Where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved
Parked my kayak on a stone
And yelled across the ocean to his evil throne
I said,

But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed
And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed

Oh, Wilson. . . One day I'll kill you 'til you die.
Oh, Wilson. . . Punch you in the EYE!