Amy continued down the line and with a grimace, accepted the shot. She had been expecting the shot, so she didn't cry out like she had at the plastic tatooing... still, it hurt and she moved on rubbing the bruise on her neck, "What's next? sandpapering the fingerprints? stitching boots onto the bottoms of our feet?"<br/><br/>She plopped down in a chair and took what time she could to rest; she was sure that things weren't gong to get any better... "Anyone remember an old movie called "Aliens?" There's a line in it... "Hey Sarge, how do I get out of this chicken-shit outfit..."