Covered with flea gore, the cheerleader squealed with disgust.  "EEEEwww! Dammit, my hair is completely ruined now."  The two men began shooting up a storm and Brittany heard something about a cell phone.  "Huh? Wha... ?" she bolted behind the Colonel in hopes that she could at least get her hands on a cell phone and make an appointment with her stylist.