Shipwreck, Clutch and Dial Tone stood at perfect attention in front of Flint's desk and wisely remained perfectly quiet.
Flint paced behind his desk. He was obviously very pissed. He stopped and in a very dramatic gesture slammed both of his fists down on his desk. "What do you three have to say for yourselves!"
"Well…uh…" Clutch stumbled.
"We…um…you know…" Dial Tone stuttered.
"The orange hair die we put in the shampoo was meant for Jaye not you," Shipwreck answered nonchalantly.
"Well I got it not her!" Flint yelled.
"Don't worry it will wear off in 4 to 6 weeks," Shipwreck remarked in his typical smart-assed manner.
Flint took a deep breath and mentally counted to ten before he said anything. "Until this wears off you three will have KP duty, latrine duty, and extra PT sessions with Beach Head. Now get the hell out of my sight!" After they left he slumped down in his chair and hoped that no one would notice his bright orange hair for the next 4 to 6 weeks.