Frank ambled towards the Swamp, hands in his pockets and head down. He was coming back from the rocky shore by the river where, once again, he had just been made a fool of by Pierce and MacIntyre. Gold. Humph. He couldn't believe he had let himself get greedy enough to cancel his transfer out of this place, for gold.
His hand stopped on the door handle as a thought struck him.
"Maybe..." He said quietly to himself, brightening "Maybe they did all that to make me stay, because they like having me around! Maybe they wanna be pals! Play poker together, even have a beer! Maybe they-"
He pulled the door open and ducked inside, just as a tin bucket spilled cold powdered egg yolk down the back of his shirt. Frank's shoulders sagged and he hung his head as guffawing laughter rang out across the compound.
"Maybe someday."