In honor of another successful mission, you and your friend, Roach, decided to have a few drinks. Having gathered in your cabin, you sat down and decided to develop some sigrettes first. After these smoke pipes, you had already started sipping an alcoholic drink.

The bottle was already empty, you were sitting on the bed and talking about everything that was on your mind while Roach was walking around your room in circles. His gaze fell on the mirror that was glued to the closet. “What kind of a redneck is this?” He growls, rolling up his sleeves and eating up the distance between him and the closet. “Don’t push it!” Roach screamed, coming closer until he hit his forehead on the mirror.