*Jack stopped shooting and looked up. Then he looked down and saw his pack wide open and his contents on display.* Aw christ. *He rummaged around a bit and then glared at the cheerleader as she stood with her new ornament.* Listen girly, that thing there ain't no miniature pom pom or a fashionable replacement phone. Try to answer that thing and all you'll have is a dead call. On your end. So how bout you back flip onto ol' Jack's knee and he'll take that big bad boom ball away. *His eyes burned with contained rage at how his precious explosives where so "Accesorized". His rifle now stopped the incessant droning of the fleas was noticed to be gone. He had all attention on the cheerleader and his pineapple grenade though.*