Inside the cockpit of Unit Three, Sam twiddled his thumbs.  Truth be told, if he had the chance, he'd've tried to get his suit to twiddle it's thumbs.  However, with a claw-sheild on one arm, and the other arm's hand carrying the hundred-mike, the prospects of twiddling this particular Gundam's thumbs was nnil.<br/><br/>"Contact report."  Sam called out.  "Sand, sand and more sand.  Be advised that I see a rather menacing dune at our three o'clock position, and it's advancing at 'zero'."<br/><br/>Sam wasn't bored, per se, because he actually loved piloting this new class of Gundam Ground-type.  It was just that Sam had liked a little action, now and again, and so far, his team was in a dry spell.<br/><br/>"Hey boss!"  Sam said, over the radio.  "Mind if we stop, so I can get out and take a leak?"