Chapter: Die the heroic death

Chapter 7: Die a Hero's Death
It takes us about twenty minutes to realize that a huge, neon green tank is chasing us. "Do you think that's something from the Peacers?" Asks MC and we all nod.
"Give up, you can't defeat us!" They yell at us, but I already have a new idea: We throw cucumbers at the crazy. "Where did they get the tank anyway? Have they allied themselves with the Americans?" Asks Atze and we nod again. Everyone is against us ... But hey, if these are Americans, I know how to get rid of them!
"Here, we'll give you your soldier! Take her and we'll spare you!" I shout happily and hold Atze up. "Oh no. You can keep it," comes the reply and Atze sits on the floor, offended, twiddling her thumbs. So that she doesn't howl our ears full because nobody wants her, we throw cucumbers at her too.
It has an effect on her (a few beautiful bumps develop on her head), but unfortunately not on the Greenpeacers: Their tanks keep rolling.With one small change: They're shooting at us now. But since our pickle truck has a very good driver, whoever that is, we won't be hit. We drive tangled serpentines that make me puke, but that's about it. Still, we're scared that they'll meet us at some point, so we'll have to come up with something. And one of the cucumber will help us with that! "Let me do it!" I say, take one of these green pieces with me and run towards the tank.
"Now! Shoot them, you lousy Americans! Clear the BAB!" Yells one in the tank, but I'm faster. Without hesitation, I take the cucumber and stick it in the launch tube of the tank. (That had to be reformulated, I described it badly in the original version and it sounded really perverse ...)
But too late: The bomb has already detonated and everything around me exploded: The tank, the Americans, the Greenpeacers, the pickle truck, the street, everything.And I'm in the middle of it.

:;:;:;:; A little more dramatically towards the end, I hope you are worried about whether we will survive ... Or in three special cases: whether you will survive! Please say you're worried about me ... after all, I'm going to blow up! I only say so much: One of us dies ... And no matter how much you ask and beg, I can (will) not change the end anymore! :;:;:;:;