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Simmons turns his radio on. "Come in, Sarge. Are you there?"

Sarge's voice comes over the radio. "Hello! Is that you, Simmons?"

"Sarge, we're down in the cave with you. Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay."

"I'm fine. What's your location?"

"We're looking for you right now, but this place is huge. Grif and Ash are with me and we're on top of some kind of peninsular outcropping."

"Uh, you're on top of what?" Sarge asks.

"We're on a peninsular ledge, trying to find you." Simmons explains.

"Roger that. I got Donut. You sit tight, and we'll find you."

"Roger that. Simmons out." His radio clicks off.

Grif turns to Simmons. "Dude, what was all that stuff about your penis ruler?"

"What the hell?" Ash asks.

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07-05-2022

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