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The Tapping continues. 

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"That tapping is gonna drive me insane." Grif says.

"Not me." Ash says as he turns to Grif. "I'm already insane."

"Shut up we know." Grif says to Ash. "We either need to get Donut out of there, or find a way to kill 'em."

"Donut!" Simmons yells.. "Can you please stop tapping? We heard you, You're crushed and you're in mortal danger WE GET IT."

"I can feel the tapping in my brain!"

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"Well I have to admit it, I'm stumped! I have no idea how to get him out!" Sarge says and he turns to Ash. "Ash, do you have any thermite?"

"No, sir." Ash replies. "I used all of it that time Donut accidentally locked himself in his room."

"Damn!"

"Jesus!" Grif yells. "How long will it take him to starve to death? When was the last time he ate?" It's silent for a few moments. "Sarge, didn't you once tell me you built self-destruct mechanisms into our armor? Can't you just use Donut's?"

"No, sadly that's just you, Grif." Sarge says. "Although I could activate yours if you'd like."

"How would that help?" Grif asks.

"Well, the situation would be a little less annoying."

"Do you want me to get the activation code, sir?" Simmons asks.

"Nah, The activation code is just: 'Activation Code'." Sarge says. "Keep it simple."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

The tapping gets louder.

"Oh my god. Is it getting louder?" Grif asks. "I bet the Blues don't have to put up with anything this annoying."

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"Men, it pains me as your leader to say this:" Sarge starts. "But I think we need to admit defeat. Years of experience on the battlefield and I finally met my match! I never thought I'd be beaten by a ship. A ship full of enemies, maybe! But never just a ship itself! Bravo ship, Brav-o."

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Simmons speaks up. "Don't give up yet sir, I'm sure we can find a way to--"

Sarge interrupts. "Aww Simmons, it's hopeless. Let's start assigning duties for a retreat." The door to the ship starts opening.

"Uhh sir..."

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"Simmons you can pack up all the toiletries for remaining MREs." Sarge says. "But make sure not to mix them up, Or we'll never be able to tell them apart again!"

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"Sir, You really should turn around." Grif suggests.

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"Sure, and give the ship a chance to rub it in!" Sarge says. "No dice!"

"Sir the door is open, That means we won!" Simmons says. "Another victory for the glorious red army!"

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07-04-2022

 

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