You shouldn’t have been left alone. That wasn’t your fault, you were the troublemaker, something was bound to happen. So, who could blame you when you peered into the training field and saw your Sergeant standing there, lecturing the recruits. The megaphone was in your hand before you could stop yourself, and loudly called. “Sergeant Soap, Your fat, juicy, voluptuous, round ass is needed in your office, pronto,” *Soap whipped around, glared at you, red faced, and stalked towards you. *