J.D. frowned at his pseudo-burrito and let some of its mystery meat fall to the jungle floor, where a phalanx of half a dozen horned ants claimed the goop for their own.<em>'Thank god for dessert, even the U.S. government can't get that <strong>too </strong>wrong ... I hope,'</em>he pondered, crunching into a mouthful of sweet, empty carbs.<br/><br/>The dirty-minded teenager was still trying to get his head around what he thought he almost saw happen a few minutes ago between the two Femizons of the group.  It was really too good to be true -- he figured he must have imagined it, but --<em>'for a split-second there, I thought for sure that -- Naaaahhh.  No way does Cap'n Keyes swing that way, she's way too straightedge for that kind of fun ... right?  Plus there's that whole don't-ask-don't-tell nonsense they have in the armed forces.  But, it's not like that's gonna keep them out of there, right?  And, I'm pretty sure Athena hasn't said anything yet about having a boyfriend stashed away anywhere ... Haven't seen a ring or anything either ... Oh, sweet mercy.'</em><br/><br/>J.D. tried to put it out of his mind for the time being, since there was nothing he could do yet about the seething heat in his groin that such contemplations aroused.  He felt a little guilty about being so foul-minded after the catastrophic events earlier in the day; but, it's not like his hyperactive pubescent libido gave him much choice in the matter, what with all the skintight outfits and bodacious bodies all around him.  He winced with the shameful recognition that, no matter how interested he was in the team's plan of action, he really couldn't wait for them to finish all the discussions so that he could pretend to fall asleep, and attend to his physical needs while no one was watching.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Mmmupmmph</em> -- <em>mm </em>-- maybe we should just send the yuppie back with Boltie, to get him out of the way,"</strong>the teen suggested, referring to Talpert, who had already devoured his rations and was conspicuously eyeing J.D.'s largely-untouched share.<strong>"Help yourself, there, bunkie!"</strong>the youth offered, tossing the remainder of his dietary travesty at the PR flack.<em>'Masochist,'</em>he thought.<br/><br/><em>'Wonder if Athena'll chew me out for not getting a full meal ... Nah, that'd be more the Major's angle.  She's cool.  Plus, she's too busy sit-repping and liaise-ing and all that.'</em><br/><br/><strong>"I mean, you've gotta have a place around here somewhere, right, B?  Um, I mean, V?  Or -- ?"</strong>He paused to weigh the likelihood of her using the one consonant over the other, and to fret over how dumb he was looking to the others who knew more about Spanish than he did.<strong>"The point is, you had to come from somewhere, right?  So, take the civvie back to your place, give him a phone to call in some backup for us ... Meanwhile, Freedom Force can check out the weird lights and maybe kick some super-badass-ass ... Or, you know, something like that."</strong>Happy stuffed his mouth with the remainder of his handful of rock candy to give the others a chance to respond to his notions, and also just to keep himself from self-consciously blathering on.  His mouth had a bad tendency of running away from him whenever there were hot women nearby.<br/><br/>Speaking of whom, he hadn't mentioned anything about Dr. Wilson departing in his little scenario, and the omission was no accident.  He figured she could handle herself no matter what they came up against, considering she was carrying around her own emergency backup in the form of her psycho alter ego.  Also, the doc's brainpower was sure to come in handy in such an exotic, foreign environment.  Most importantly, she was hella nice to look at and made J.D. feel a little less lonely and homesick.