My head hurts and I'm still hiding out from Hansone, thought I'd solved that little problem, hey it's not my fault it was the last cigar. Anyway I figured if I glued a half dozen butts together and slipped it into the box he'd be happy....how was I supposed to know the bloody glue was flammable!!!
But I digress.
Dinner, well before dinner, Mr Bopes calls us all out into the big field, there's a 15 foot tower of to one side and he's sitting there in a big overstuffed chair (I wondered where that had gone). So he has us all line up in front of this tower and tells us one hour of formation holding drill before dinner, we all look at each other, murmuring, well that can't be too difficult.....Strip!! Hollers Bopes, we look at each other, nervously, look up at bopes, who is now brandishing a mean looking rifle with telescopic sight at us, in his other hand is a rather dubious looking sack that he throws down to us. "Strip!! and put those on" he yells. Well let's face it, he's up a 15 foot tower with a rifle, we stripped....I think though that at least he could have had those jockstraps cleaned first.
So there we were, eight of us lined up, starkers, but for a somewhat worn jockstrap.
Bopes holds his rifle above his head and says "This here is a gas powered BB rifle, you will hold whatever formation I order, whatever happens. Now get them arms up!".
Now let me tell you, its difficult, very difficult running to order in nothing but a jockstrap, with some #%^*%+¥ firing little ball bearings at your naked ass!! Much to the amusement of our neighbours, I think I spotted Crazywolf on his back kicking his legs in the air, howling with delight, (my turn will come).
Ooops, gotta go hide, just heard Hansone growling nearby, must find a cigar for him soon...minus the glue.