The Next Day

December, January, no maybe it's June something. I don't know, and right now I don't give a damn. I've been stuck on this planet for months surrounded by millions of Zerg. I'm surprised that we lasted this long against all this Zerg, and that stupid commander is still poking me, so you know what I did? No I didn't turn him into a smocking crater. I shot his foot and made it look like an accident. That's what he gets for poking everyone so many times. You know come to think about it. He pokes the guys more then he pokes the women medics! Ewwwww, That was a lovely thought!
Anyway, on the bright side, we are on construction on a battle ship to get us of this mud ball, and hopefully back home to Earth.
Oh and yesterday, on patrol, we encountered a group of Zergs. We killed all of them, but one was still left half alive, and one of the fire bat guys dropped his fire bat suite and stuck his butt next to the half dead Zerg and let out a huge fart, and killed the Zerg!
I knew they where full of hot gas but this takes the cake! It was a good thing we all had our helmet on or we would have been killed along with the dead Zerg.