"Good morning!" Uncle Grandpa exclaimed as he was playing a game of minesweeper in his RV.

"Uncle G, do you know how to play this game?" Mr. Gus asked cautiously.

"Course I do Mr. Gus, why else would I have this guide with me?" Uncle Grandpa stated as another version of him had several different pieces of papers detailing the game of Minesweeper.

"Wanna see me how many mines I can sweep?" The bomb said to several mines.

"No, we like living thank you very much," One of the mines replied in a sassy tone.

Unfortunately the bomb did not like the sass, so it blew up. Taking all the mines with it. Uncle Grandpa witnessed this, crying as Mr. Gus comforted him.


Uncle Grandpa was placing some new mines on the field as Mr. Gus, Pizza Steve, and Giant Realistic Flying Tiger were trying not to get blown up by the many mines that were being swept by an exploding bomb.


"Why do they call it Minesweeper?" Pizza Steve asked as he was watching Mr. Gus effectively playing the game, cleaning his sunglasses. "is it because you sweep what's mine?"

"You've missed the point entirely." Mr. Gus responded as he then completed the game, proceeding to chuck Pizza Steve onto it as he started it new, causing the slice of pizza to run amok within as now he had to deal with the explosive mines that would be swept at any given moment.


Uncle Grandpa whistled as he was walking in the field of mines, deciding to take a breather as he sat on one of them, which promptly exploded as all his body parts went soaring away.