PFC Moat: Yeah, right! I already have to carry my backpack, jam-packed to the seams with textbooks and homework, and you expect me to carry you? Pfft. Good luck.
PFC Moat: I'll just banish you. *whistles and snaps his fingers*. Observe the power of the higher ranking soldier! *Pvt. Bronze disappears*. When you get back, you'll be brought back.
PFC Moat: Not true! Bronze is perfectly all right, he's just been sent home on leave. Don't tell me that's a bad thing. And don't forget, I do outrank you. As a matter of fact...Pvt. Mav! Drop and give me fifty! Go!
PFC Moat: Pvt. Mav! *takes Mav to hospital*. Here's a sticky note for you. *puts sticky note on Mav's hospital bed stating that when and if he wakes up, he is to do 1000 pushups*. *leaves and starts cleaning up the broken glass*
Pvt. Mav: *yawn* mumble mumble mumble. *Bust in fresly repaired window on drop line from Crocodile Attack Helicopter, courtesy of the Soviet Union, and breaks in through the window, swinging from dropline*
Hi guys! This is your shipboard computer, Eddie! And Boy am I glad to see you!
PFC Moat: *starts cleaning mav's new mess up* Pvt. Mav: *kicks Moat due to sticky note* PFC Moat: *removes sticky note from back*. Pvt. Mav! Fifty pushups! And you too Eddie! Fifty!
