Dusty:  C’mon dude, come out, we wanna see.

Blowtorch:  Yeah, you ready to tap Deanna or what?

Shipwreck:  One sec, one sec.
 

Cyclops:  Give him some time, he’s almost ready.

Slaughter:  Yeah, maggots.  Leave him alone.
 

Dusty:  Ok, ok, don’t get your panties in a bunch.

Slaughter:  Listen up you miserable piece of puke.  You will treat Shipwreck with the respect he deserves.  And THAT’S AN ORDER.
 

Blowtorch:  Uh… hey Shippey, you ready old buddy.  We’re not rushing you or anything… But Dusty’s eyeballs are popping out a little bit.
 

Shipwreck:  Ta-da.
 

Blowtorch:  Wow Dude, you look great.  Not gay at all.
 

Shipwreck:  Really?  You know, I learned that you don’t look “gay” or “not gay”.  You just are who you are.  Eitehr way, I feel pretty good with this new look.  I’m ready to ask Deanna out right now.

Torch:  Congratulations, tiger.  Now go get her.
 

Shipwreck:  Thanks everyone, you’re the best.  I can’t thank you enough for being my friends.

Dusty:  You’re acting like a fag again dude, just go get the girl.
 

Slaughter:  HEY!  That’s enough out of you.  Go get her Shipwreck.
 

Blowtorch:  Yeah man, go get her.  You know... there's something about this new look.  It reminds me of a song.

Shipwreck:  Really?  What song?

Blowtorch:  Uhm... I think it was "In the Navy."
 

Dusty:  Who sings that song? 
 

Shipwreck:  God Damnit.

fin