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Save You? Save Me?

"We're here." Simmons said as we got out of the Warthogs. He looked at me. "How's the jacket? Is it working?"

"Yeap," I nodded my head. "I feel warm, alright." All of us went to the wall.

"This is it. According to our data, the Federal Army base is just on the other side of this wall." Simmons said.

"About time!" Tucker complained. "My ass was asleep for so long, I though it slipped into a coma!"

"So, we're here. Now what?" Grif asked.

"We bust our way in." Tucker suggested. He looked at us. "Anyone have any ideas?"

"We could try scalling the wall?" Simmons replied.

"Uh, that's a little too obvious. Think dumber." Tucker said.

"We could knock on the door?" Grif blurted.

"Too dumb," Tucker said lamely.

"I was joking," Grif pointed out.

"We could knock on their door?" Caboose repeated what Grid said.

"I just said that?!" Grif yelled. Caboose looked at Grif. "Yeaah, but you were joking. I felt the plan deserved more serious consideration."

"Hmm, how do you break into an evil ice fortress?" asked Tucker.

"You melt it!" Caboose answered. "Like evil ice-cream!"

"Holy shit. We melt our way in!" Tucker smiled.

"Whe-Wai-Rea-YES! I WIN!" Caboose shouted.

"What," Grif said, he was confused.

"Thats a good one. We could melt the snow under us." I agreed. "They should have a underground tunnel..."

"I repeat, what." Grif repeated.

"We can't go through the wall, and going over it is what most people would do, so let's go under it." Tucker said.

"Thats retarted." commented Grif.

"Exactly! Damn, I'd never thought I say this, I mean, ever, seriously," Tucker looked at Caboose. "But, good job Caboose."

"Oh well, I'm just really glad someone appreciates my genius." Caboose said. "Now, let's start melting!" Caboose began to crouch down and started to breath on the snow.

"Caboose, you're wearing a helmet." Tucker pointed out. "Thats not doing anything."

"Okay, well fine." Caboose stand up. "Then, how do you explain my sudden light headed... ness..."

"What about friction?" Tucker looked at me, I backed away. "All the ladies tell me I light a fire between their legs."

"That's chlamydia." Grif said.

"Friction won't work. It's gotta be -40'C out here." Simmons said. The rest of the group except for me, stared at him. They were confused. "That's -40 fahrenheit."

"Jesus, thats cold!" Tucker said.

"Thats freezing!" Grif said. To be clear, both of them say that at the same time so I don't who was first or second.

"You people are idiots." Simmons said.

"Well, say it in American next time." Grif replied.

"Oh! I've got it." Tucker pulled out his sword and stabbed it into the ground. When he stab the snow, he said,"STAB!"

"Is it working?" asked Simmons.

Its working alright, the sword's hear began to melt the ice and on cue, we all fall to the tunnel, the underground tunnel. All of us stand up.