Revenge is sweet

Who: Lenin and the scutters
Where: The lower decks
After the two capitalist smegheads had left, Lenin stood up and headed back
to the red army. The needle hadn't hurt a bit, since Lenin had been wearing
glasses at the time, but the two idiots outnumbered him. It took ten minutes
of talking, but Lenin managed to persuade the scutters that communists were
allowed, nay, encouraged, to watch John Wayne movies, and a theatre would be
built to play John Wayne movies twenty-four hours a day. Having sucessfully
managed to maintain the morale of his army, Lenin turned to other important
matters. Acquiring the loyalty of another opressed and under-paid working
class.
"Holly, broadcast my speech on these channels," he said, rattling off a few
numbers.
"But that's the-" Holly replied.
"Don't argue just do it. And while you're at it, call up Big Bob's Boomer
Brand Blasters, and order a few thousand AK-47s for me. Bill it to the
captain."
"But-"
"What was I telling you about arguing with me?" Lenin said. "It isn't wise
to argue with the leader of the Soviet Union."
Ten minutes later
The rousing reply Lenin had received over the radio told him that his speech
was a success, and that the entirety of the opressed working class was now
on his side.
"I am so glad that you have decided to join up, comrades," Lenin said over
the radio, "Now, here's what I want you to do," and then outlined his most
brilliant plan.
At the drive room
As Dren and D2 waited for Allie to respond, Dren was suddenly hit in the
back of the head by a can of spam travelling at an extremely high velocity.
"Long live the glorious communist revolution!" announced the drive room
vending machine, as it dispensed a dozen propaganda phamplets. "And death by
spam to all those who would dare oppose it!"