March of the Undeniably Cold Group
The four members (don't ask for Ropponmatsu) of the Environmental Security Administration of F-city traversed the ice.
"I'm hungry. I think there is a big bowl of rice over there." Iwata said, succumbing to illusions.
"Quit whining. It's a cliff-face by the way." Watanabe said.
"Like you should talk! All you've said since we left is 'it's cold. it's cold. I wonder what miss Ayasugi's doing, it's cold-"
BAM. Once again, Iwata lay on the ice, bleeding. A small group of penguins waddled to them.
"What are these.?" Watanabe asked.
"They seem to be some sort of (ah squirrels!) bird."
"Like chicken? Let's eat!" Iwata yelled.
"They are penguins." Morgan Freeman said. "Their story is one of love. And all stories of love start out with something foolish. In this case, a 70 mile journey across Antarctica. When they reach their breeding ground they will mate. They go with out food for months, just to have a single baby penguin. And the babies are particularly cute. So cute. Just like that puchuu."(Damn! I promised myself there'd be no puchuus!) Ahhh! puchuu attack!