“Hit the deck, he’s gonna blow!”
Oliver looked back at Joseph, trying to figure out why he was suddenly yelling out, “What the hell are you talking about, dude?”
“It’s Tommy, he’s gonna explode!”
“What? What does that even mean?”
Joseph couldn’t control his panicking, frantic mind. He ran up to Oliver and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, staring at him with looming dread in his eyes. “It’s ‘Chili Night’ in the mess hall.”
“And?”
“Tommy is on his forth bowl…”
It finally clicked with him. Oliver knew how dire the situation was. “Dear God, help us…”
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