The guys decide to take the afternoon off since the duty officer had nothing for them to do at the lookout. He also agreed to keep an eye on Bacon, the camp mascot.
Bob: Boy, this is the life! All we need is a beer and a couple of pretty faces.
Brian: Yes sir, nothing like floating around soaking up the rays. :)
Bill: Man, I could do this forever. :)
Bob: You know, there are two types of guys in this world, the heavies who get it done and the floaters. You guys are floaters.
Brian: I resent that! Just because youíre the sergeant doesnít mean youíre so perfect!
Bill: Take it easy you guys. Just enjoy the day will ya?
Bob: I still say you guys are floaters. Thatís why I got the job.
Brian: Ahhh, stuff it in your ear.
Bill: Hey, did you hear about the new babes they hired to work down at the Black Cat Club?
Bob: No kidding? Well things are looking up, thatís for sure.
Brian: Well, Bill and I donít have a chance with these stupid hands of ours. Sure hope we get normal hands soon.
Bob: It wonít make any difference if you play your cards right.