Another Jungle

"What the hell happened..." Billy muttered. "...I feel dizzy."

"Something not covered in Army regulations." Fred said, looking up through the thick, overhanging leaves overhead at a red sun. "We're not in Nam anymore, Weston."

"Wha? El-tee, did you hit your head or something? Can't you see we're still in the goddamn jungle?!"

"Well, for one thing, it smells different, and the sky is a different color." Fred said. "But there's no sense in worrying about it right away, I guess."

"We've got to link back up with our platoon." Billy muttered, slamming a fresh clip into his M-16. "Better use caution. No telling how many Charlies are still left over from that airstrike just now."

Fred glanced at him with concern. "How are you feeling, Sergeant?"

"I..." Billy said, rubbing his forehead. "Something's just not making sense to me. Why..."

Suddenly, five short, green-skinned humanoids popped out of the foliage. They had long pointed ears, wore tattered rags and wielded daggers, clubs and crude shortbows.

"Humans!!" one of them screeched. "They must have escaped from the massacre down south!"

"But what the heck are they wearing?"

"Who cares?! We'll feast on their innards!!"

"Wha... what the hell?!" Billy howled. "This has got to be some kind of Commie mindfuck! El-tee! Are those Keebler Elves?!!"

"Careful, Weston!" Fred cautioned, readying his pistol as the goblins surged forward...

1. The goblins immediately take to flight after a few get wasted.
2. As goblins fall under M-16 fire, more start emerging from the foliage.

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