Shirley, part 2

"This travesty must be stopped!", she muttered for the fourth time. "Assistant! Take me to my battle room"
"As you wish, Master." The poor man said as he dug out the keys to her armored transport.
The machine roared to life, and she took up a spot on the turret, making sure the twin .50 caliber machine guns were in working order.
There was no sense in taking these problems on with anything less than full dedication.
Merge branch 'master' of https://github.com/ossp/Git-Branchy-Story-Exercise-01
Merge branch 'master' of https://github.com/ossp/Git-Branchy-Story-Exercise-01