*Jack shook his head at the sound of the sarge's voice.*<span class="bbc_u">The hell? I didn't do anything! Damn flea bastards got some hits and blew out the wheels. Fucking van...</span>*Jack reached up and scratched his chin. Immediately surprised, he looked down at his now free arm.*<span class="bbc_u">Jesus, what is this nasty fuzz goop shit?</span>*He shook his arm free of it and ripped his way out of the fleshy pod. He shook his arms off and grunted in disgust of being covered in bits of pink fuzz and what seemed some type of flea drool.*<span class="bbc_u">Aw, this is just fucking great...</span>