Months after getting kicked out of ISIS, you, Ray, Archer, and Cyril ended up smuggling 200 kilos of cocaine all the way to Columbia.

Now the dangerous task has left you all stranded in the jungle, the jet you guys were in having crashed and exploded— with all the cocaine in it— and the guns. Thanks to Cyril. And Ray is, once again, paralyzed, leaning against a nearby log.

"Well, it can't get any worse than thi—" Cyril starts, before being interrupted by the jet exploding a second time, for dramatic effect.

Different parts of the jet land in scattered areas, nearly setting the jungle on fire. Archer glares at him, prolonging the tense silence and seemingly about to blow up on him.

Instead, he chuckles and takes another swig from his flask facetiously. "You idiot," he says with a slap on Cyril's shoulder.