Framing: Let's assume for the moment I wrote an adaptation of the Germ.

Cover Girl couldn't believe what was going on a giant protoplasmic germ on the rampage; riding in a truck full of apples. When I write memoirs, when I write the chapter on this incident, I'm going to put a footnote that it be would easier to believe after getting drunk off your ass! Glad Priss isn't here we would both be raiding Sylia's liquor afterwards! Worse, Shipwreck sat across from her.

The truck came to a screeching halt. Shipwreck asked the driver what was the hold up and to learn that a bridge was knocked out it would take some time to get the bridge layer up there. "Looks like stuck here for a while," Shipwreck slyly remarked to Cover Girl.

"Oh brother!" She sighed, not only how cheesy that remark was. He was hitting on her despite that she was Priss' lover. If he wasn't suicidal, he was dumber than he looked.

Moving from his seat, Shipwreck sat next to her putting an arm across her shoulder. "Kind of romantic, isn't it, just two us." The other hand was on her left thigh.

You really lost the will to live, haven't you! She thought to herself, noticing his hand. She grabbed it and removed it from her thigh. "Oh come on, give me a break!" Shipwreck complained.

"With pleasure!" She shot back slamming her elbow in to his ribs. "Shall we try for another break?"

"Your point is well taken."

Hours later, Shipwreck stood in the chow line telling people seas stories about him and Cover Girl. "Oh yeah she was all over me…"

"Oh, Shipwreck!" A voice sweetly called to him. He turned to see Wolf standing outside the chow line with a sly grin on her face.

"Oh," He nervously chuckled at the Knight Saber, her grin became an annoyed smile. "Hi, Wolf."

"Courtney told me you help yourself to someone else's girlfriend." She said the smile still on her face. "Next time, try Lady Jaye or Scarlett." He glanced down noticing she was cracking her knuckles. "You'll live longer."

"Uh… gotta run!" Shipwreck bolted from the mess hall.

"COME HERE YOU!" Priss took off after him. Lifeline got up from his seat and head for the exit.

"Where you going?" Apline asked.

"Where else, Shipwreck's going to need a stretcher bearer."

"More like graves registration after Wolf gets through with him." Gung-Ho added

Hawk pinched the bridge of his nose in resignation as Duke reported the incident between Wolf and Shipwreck. "Where did you find Shipwreck and is he's still breathing?"

"Well you're not going to believe me, General."

"Duke," He shot back looking at the First Sgt. "Considering what goes on around here, I'll believe almost anything."

"We found him with his head in one of the toilets in the men's room. Wolf was flushing while yelling at him 'to keep his hands off her girlfriend.'"

"Girlfriend?"

"It's not much of a secret, sir. Considering the two are, how do I put it, very close." Duke delicately put it. If you consider close to mean scream with carnal pleasure.

"You handle Shipwreck. Fox can handle Wolf.

Days later after a stretch in the stockade. Sylia frowned to find Priss knocking back beer and watching TV behind bars. But fortunately she was in a very sadistic mood and assigned Priss to two weeks on garbage duty.