"Oh.. Hey Mehrunes, nice to see you around the dirt plots..."
"Whatever, duck off, I'm trying to take a shit here.."
Much to the chagrin of myself, my privates have been walking in on me all day long. I've been trying to take a shit, but right when it comes poking out, they come in and stare at the brown sausage. You know what happens next.
"It isn't funny Private Ocelot! Now stop staring at me and continue building your autistic walls like your friends do!"
The man known as Private Ocelot seemed nervous, his feet was already foot deep into the contributed diarrhea that was mud. Ocelot said,
"Mehrunes!"
"Call me Sergeant Mehrunes you dung lover!" These soldiers have no respect, how long is he gonna stand there and let me evacuate my bowels? My butt is probably starting to turn inside out from the weight of gravity..!
"I'm applying for a team transfer! It's time to die Sir!"
The object Ocelot was clenching behind his back was thrown under my bare buttocks, I looked down, it was covered in mud, I could still see green studs among the browning bog..
Is that a spiky dil---
Everywhere around me seemed as they had exploded. Disappearing blocks, where am I going? Am I dead?
I'll get you for this.. OCELOT!