<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">... his impassive expression broke for a moment as he glanced at Happy. A look crossed Oscar's face that seemed somehow reproachful, but he had Voltaje talking at him in Spanish, filling his attention. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Though he was practically cooking inside his uniform after exerting himself so hard, Happy could still tell when the hot blood ran to his cheeks and turned them crimson.  He hung his head and stared at his shoes, ready for his perversion to be exposed to the whole world.  It was a nightmare come true for a man his age.  He felt like he'd been caught jerking off or something.<br/><br/>Mere moments later, his mood had done a full 360-, maybe even a 720-degree turnaround, once he realized Oscar wasn't going to "out" him for his wrongdoing.  As his fears receded, J.D. felt his gratitude towards his senior teammate turning into the first real feelings of friendship he'd had towards the man.<em>'Maybe the old guy isn't so cold after all, even if he isn't exactly chummy ... Thank god! ... Sure, with all those years behind him, he's bound to have copped a feel or two himself, somewhere in there.  Looks like I owe him one, if we ever make it out of this jungle.'</em><br/><br/>The sound of his name roused the teenager from his musings.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"JD, start on the right and do that thing with taking their weapons again, but if you can knock them out as well, that'd be better, and head towards Oscar."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"I can clock them close up, no problem.  It's getting in close that's going to be tough.  Cutting through the jungle, my powers are next to useless, remember?  All it would take is one trip over a vine at 60 miles per hour, and you'd be carrying me home in a bucket.  All three of you can probably make better time than I can, catching up to those mooks.  Unless, you know, one of you could carry me or something."</strong>He made sure not to be looking at either of the women during that last line.  He figured he'd pushed his luck far enough for one day, when it came to macking on the ladies.<br/><br/>Hoping for some analytical input, Happy motioned for the Doctor to come in closer and join their little consultation.  Striding purposefully away from the crowd of villagers and in the direction of their foes, the quintet approached the treeline as they talked.  Even Talpert was well behind them.  Still, J.D. lowered his voice a little before continuing, as if the jungle itself might be listening in.<strong>'On the other hand, if I can get in close to that Talking Shit-Pile, I'd like to see how much of his mass I could strip away super-fast by hand, before he even knew what was happening.  You gotta wonder just how much of him is nothing but goo.  What do you suppose he looks like, underneath it all?  If there's even anybody inside there, that is ..."</strong>