*Watching as the Sarge fell through the bars, he was momentarily dumbfounded, but recovered quickly when the flea began wrestling with the Sarge. He quickly stepped over and punted the flea through the air.*<span class="bbc_u">I think that was a decent field goal if I may say so. Maybe the buggers have a wrestling league? He was sure giving you a run for your money there.</span>*He laughed as he reached down to help the sarge up. He looked back at the cheerleader, who oddly, looked pleased with the surroundings.*<span class="bbc_u">Hey, go go, get out here before you get any higher off that flea slobber. God knows it won't be hard to get out. It's a wonder we haven't fallen through the damn floor...</span>*Looked back to the Sarge as he pulled him up.*<span class="bbc_u">Got any clue what this fuzzy place made of slobber and jello is? Cause it's one shitty jail.</span>