Ray lounges under a big cammy-net setup, waxing smartassical and being totally cool and funny. Walt and Garza are openly loving it, but Brad's smiling a very secret, very huge smile while he rants. "I'm just saying I'm surprised is all, Brad. I mean, aren't you surprised? I'm betting that they were thinking that they could just, you know, leave a fully-loaded supply truck laying around, just like you could anywhere in America, you know? I mean, you park your unlocked car in Detroit or Baltimore, I mean, your shit's gonna be there guaranteed when you get back from the day spa with your skin all exfoliated and shit, right? I mean seriously, homes, why would our Iraqi brethren want 400 pounds of C-4, claymores and crates of M-16s? I mean, it just doesn't make any sense. Or wait, you know, they could be using all that C-4 for, like, a giant Fourth of July celebration." Cutely: "What do you think, Brad?" Still grinning, Brad tells him it's time to shut up.

Some First Platoon guys, I think, show up and start needling FNG about the camel deaths. Trombley's like, "UM, I TOTALLY KILLED SOME HUMAN BEINGS TOO. I AM SORRY ABOUT THE INNOCENT CAMELS, BUT THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT I MURDERED SOME PEOPLE TOO. THANK YOU." Brad tells them to fuck off and go write up their complete failure to find the airfield in any way. Trombley feels good about himself for a second. Uh oh.

Fucking Sixta shows up all slow-burn eye-twitchingly nails-on-chalkboard fuckfacedly and yells at Garza for approximately a thousand years about the lost helmet, turning it into a tirade on Iceman about how this is why Grooming Standards blah blah, and Iceman's like, "Roger." Sixta gives him a wink -- "You know this is how Sergeant Majors roll, right? We get it, right?" -- and takes off. Except the way in which he is a mentally impaired cocksucker has zero to do with Sergeant Majoring and everything to do with how I want a time machine so I can go drown him like a kitten and save the world from his horrible ass. "I'm not the fucking retard who lost a whole supply truck," Garza notes, causing Ray to giggle madly, and lighting up Brad's entire face. Word.