Nagi: No computers!?
Four figures stood inside a small room, painted a dirty yellow. An elderly woman sat at a large wooden desk, filtering recruiting papers for the U.S Army. Her hair was the color of snow and her face a mask of wrinkles.
Woman: Correct.
Nagi: (Making a pained face) My God!
Schu and Farf stood opposite the officer with their backs against the wall, both were smoking a cigarette.
Schu: (Raising an eyebrow) They have guns here.
Farf: (Looking at the german) Big guns?
Schu: (Taking a drag) Very Big.
On the other side of the room, seated in a metal chair with various papers scattered around him, Brad Crawford, the leader, scribbled a few names and numbers on the documents. His white business coat was draped over the back of the chair, and small curses could be heard under his breath, commenting on the sweltering heat.
Farf: I'm sweating.
Schu: (Throwing the finished cig out the window to his left and leaning towards the Irishman to steal his) Ya stink too.
Farf: Nu uh.
Schu: (Wrinkling his nose.) You reek.
Farf: (Surrendering his cigarette) Well at least I don't smell like Cucumber Melon!
Schu: (Jaw dropped) Least I don't smell like a foot!
Farf: Raising his voice) Least I don't shop at Bath and Body Works!
Schu: Least I don't shave my beep...
Brad: Enough!
The tall American stood up, scanning his two group members. He gathered the papers and fropped them off on the secretary's desk, who had a confused yet comic look on his face.
Secretary: If you would wait outside...the officer will be with you shortly.
Brad snatched his coat from the chair and pushed through the bickering duo, past the japanese boy who was about to frown himself into a coma, and out the door into the immense heat. Farfarello followed him, turning around and mouthing "I hate you" to Schu before disappearing out the door.
Schu: //I hate you even more.//
Farf: (Stopping by the door) I hate you times a hundred.
Schu: (Pushing him into the noon sun) I hate you times a thousand.
Farf: I hate you times infinity!
Schu: (Stumped, thinking) Well...I hate you time infinity times a thousand. HA! Beat that you albino!
Nagi: (Stepping out into the heat with them.) Farfie isn't albino.
Schu: Listen you little runt...
Nagi: (Interrupting) Brad!
Brad: (Rubbing the arch of this nose and taking a deep breath) You three stop it before...
Farf: (Interrupting) Nagi isn't a runt...he's smaller than that...
Nagi: (Interrupting) Brad!
Brad: (Interrupting) Will you just shut...
Farf: (Interrupting) You're not supposed to call him Brad...
Schu: (Interrupting) o0o0o0o0o0o look who's sucking up...
Nagi: (Interrupting) BRAD!
Officer: ATTENT HUT!
The four men all jumped at the sound of the huge male yelling at them. Oddly enough he sounded like Arnold Schwarzeneger. Even Crawford stood up straighter and paid more attention.
Officer: Oh my Lord in heaven. What the hell do we have here? A bunch of WUSSIES?!
Farf: Wha...
Officer: (In his face, shouting) SILENCE! (Spit flying) DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS (Spit) SPOKEN TO! UNDERSTOOD?!
Farf: YEEEEESSS SIR! (Saluting him, spit dripping down his cheek)
The officer nodded and spun around and started yelling at them to follow him in a jog.
Schu: I don't "jog".
Officer: You won't eat tonight either if you don't move it, girly-mon! GET GOING!

That night the four of them lay in their bunks. Nagi was slumped over in his cot, moaning from fatigue. Brad sat in the only metal chair that the one room cabin had, looking over more paper work. Schu and Farf lay scattered on the wooden floor, breathing hard.
Schu: (Laying on his back) Farf?
Farf: (Face fown on the floor) What?
Schu: I can't move.
Farf wearily raised a tired hand and let it drop on top of the red-heads stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Schu groaned, cursing, and coiled up into the fetal position.
Farf: (Muttering into the floor boards) Ya just moved.
While Schuldig and Farfarello cursed at each other on the floor, Nagi moaned again, even louder. He was going to get some attention whether anyone liked it or not.