
On my home planet of Neeknaw, one of my best fighting units was the Balletic Death Brigade. We recruited from the ranks of chimps proficient in the arts of ice dancing and ballet, and boy, they were scary. Especially when you told them the enemy had seen their last routine and given them a “3”.
Generally speaking, I’m not interested in non-lethal weapons, but I suppose they have their uses, particularly for crowd control.
Amplified kazoo music is brutal, and I once knew a bonobo who could drop a room full of Gorilloids-with-Fezes with his atonal rendition of “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina.”
