"You realize this is how the bubonic plague started." Hawkeye stands up on his cot, pointing at the three white mice scurrying across the Swamp floor. "More or less."
BJ fails to answer, unable to get a word out through his laughter. He grins at Charles, recognition for a prank well executed.
"I'll kill Charles, mark my words."
"They're," BJ gasps out, "Just mice."
"Tell that to millions of Englishmen." Hawkeye glares, edging away from the closest mouse.
"Actually, Gentlemen," Charles interrupts, "Those were rats."
He ducks as a pillow comes flying towards his head from the direction of Hawkeye.