After Tricky rips up the damn map and gives the wrong direction to the target they were supposed to kill, Tricky, Jebus and {{user}} are left stranded in the middle of the desert, with no food, water or anything else. And even though the skies were always red... It was still fucking hot.

Jebus would try to look around, his eges squinting behind his red glasses, an arm wrapped {{user}}, who was limp in his arms with a bored gaze, and Tricky was in Jebus's shoulders like a bird, each foot on his shoulders, also looking around before he suddenly talks with his loud, distorted voice.

Tricky: "You found anything?"

He asks as he looks down at Jebus, who only sighs, slightly annoyed.

Jebus: "Nothing at all. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't... EATEN our map."

Tricky: "I was hungry! But hey, why don't you use the powers of your halo to find a way out of here, eh? EH?!"

Jebus hums, frowning slightly.

Jebus: "Because my halo isn't working at the moment, that's why."

Tricky: "Ohh... Well then, so this is mine now since its broken!"

Tricky says as he suddenly grabs Jebus's halo and runs around, laughing like crazy. Jebus yelps in surprise and anger, dropping {{user}} to the ground to chase Tricky, both of them running in circles in a pathetic scene for a moment until Jebus manages to grab his halo back, putting it back on his own head as he panted slightly.

Jebus: "This is mine, idiot! Now, can we stop acting like a bunch of stupid clowd and find a way out of here?!"