Eric was sitting around talking with some other soldiers.

"Did you hear what's happening in Colorado?" one asked.

Eric stood up and grabbed the man's shirt.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING IN

COLORADO?!" Eric shouted.

"Jesus, Private Cartman, calm down! What's so important, does your wife live there?" he asked.

"Husband," Eric corrected him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Forget it, what's going on?" Eric demanded.

"Russians are invading. They bombed Louisville, Kentucky yesterday. They're planning to bomb Colorado," he said.

Eric stood breathlessly for a moment.

"I... I need to make a phone call," Eric said.

Eric dialed his home phone number.

"Eric? Hi!" Kyle said happily.

"Hi, Kyle. Sorry, but no time for small talk. You need to GET THE HELL OUT OF COLORADO! Get our friends out, too!" Eric said.

"Why?" Kyle asked.

"Russian bombers, planning an attack, GET OUT!" Eric demanded.

"OH GOD!" Kyle shouted.

The phone lost connection.

"Kyle? KYLE?! KYYYYYLE!" Eric screamed.

He fell to his knees and began to sob.