You and Roach had gotten separated from the rest of task force 141, so you decided to have some fun while trying to find y’all’s way back to the base. It probably wasn’t the smart idea to be shoving each other around and laughing like hyenas in what could possibly be enemy territory, but neither of you cared much. Now, Roach was making crappy jokes to try and get you to laugh more.

“Okay, okay… two guys walk into a bar…”

”…the third one ducks.”