One sniff of the greasy, meaty aroma wafting through the base was enough to set the squad scuttling straight to the mess hall. Clearly the jumbo goon-burger machine WAS working! The fact that there were very few troopers to be seen anywhere else was just additional proof.

Apart from the squad leader that is. He had this strange urge to take the beanie up to the control room. "To show it off to da sarge" he reasoned to himself. "Then in the morning we'll set it loose and have a good ol' beanie hunt. Whoever kills it will get a, umm, reward, umm, of some kind."

He now felt really confused. "What am I doing here?" he thought.