This made-for-TV movie was mysteriously released in the theaters, and it has
been agreed upon that none of your BLASTers shall ever see this lump again. Possible alternatives to a repeat viewing include:
DTM.C will kick the real Ghandi square in the nuts,
William will get both of his ears cut off by Mr. Blonde,
Steve will go toe to toe with the Terminatrix's toothbrush attachment,
PB4 will start an exclusive diet of donut burgers for the rest of the year,
Walsho didn't show up, so he is permitted to see it, though he is forbidden to speak of it.
This gorefest had bad lighting, bad writing, bad cinematography, and
absolutely no brass section.