GS Danko - Third Squad - Bein' sassy<br/><hr/><br/>"I think you're confusing it with that Japanese game show where two men tried to see who could produce the most cum in a four hour period," Danko laughed.  "Or maybe the one with the crazy arrangement of champagne glasses and water wheels that naked women pissed on so guys could watch it trickle down the path the glasses made."<br/><br/>When Matthias stopped, Riska came to a halt as well, taking the opportunity to eye the ceiling and the path behind them until he was ready to move.  She knew the man's instincs were good, or else he wouldn't be carrying the weapon he was.  It was damn freaky the way this section of the compound was deader than a doornail.<br/><br/>"Besides, I was referring to your<em>hand </em>Benny, not your dick," she added once they were moving again.  "But now that you bring it up, pun intended, a little jewelry never hurts.  That is, until a psycho ex or some bitch in a bar decides to pull it out 'cause they don't like the cut of your jib.  Then, you might be rethinking the wisdom of your decision.  I'm just saying."<br/><br/>Scanning the darkness in front of them, Dank ohad to ask, "Christ, just how far does this damn corridor go?"