After elevator the troubles, the soldiers were hungry, dehydrated, tired.

“Snacks?” One asked you. “Sleeep!!” Another whined.

You figured you could take them home. You soon had six of them terrorizing your house, exploring and finding embarrassing things. One was asleep, one hadn’t come out of the bathroom, another was eating your cereal, the last of it, and the three others were playing tag. You now have six new kids it seemed. They were completely nuts.