Or, it was until, from the shore, a quartet started making their way up towards it.
"Well, this here's the spot, boyos. Ain't that sight -- these X-freaks think they can just set up whatever they want. Ain't got the common courtesy to ask around, see if anyone else might have a problem, y'know?
Well, how-do, Pilgrims -- anyone home? That's right, babes..."
Wrecker, hoisting his crowbar, strode forward in the lead. Thunderball began swinging his wrecking ball like a bolo. Bulldozer cracked his neck, his flexing in his armor. Piledriver rubbed his massive hands together, in anticipation.