On a dusty mountain side, in deepest, darkest Afghanistan two British soldiers are pinned down by a hail of bullets. The two have not only been separated from their unit, but from each other. "Butch", is hiding behind a large rock, frantically waiting for an opportunity to wrap and a hundred yards ahead of him, "Tito", is emptying his load towards the Afghans, surrounding a waiting Humvee.
Suddenly, a 6 foot tall Afghan, with a beard like Papa Smurf, saunters towards the Humvee, oblivious to the gunfire, pauses for a moment ...then hops inside. With that, the soldiers and the Humvee, tear off into the distance, leaving only dust and a strong smell of body odour, in their wake...
Butch scrambles up the slope, to his colleagues side...
BUTCH: "Tito...dude, you OK...that was some scary ass sh!t man...have some gum."
TITO: "Yeah man...and like, I'm nearly out of pods...I mean bullets dude, I'm sure as hell glad that's over!"
BUTCH: "So..like...who was that in the Hummer dude? Was he a Don?"
TITO: "Well...like, I'm pretty sure it was Osama Bin Laden, dude.
BUTCH: "No SH!T!!..Really...but dude...you like...could have shot him easily man....what are you playing at?
TITO: "What?! Shoot him...are you ferkin' crazy dude? I'm flying outa' here tomorrow...Campaign Cup, is like in 2 days man...if I'da shot the freak, the paper work would have kept me busy 'till at least next Tuesday!!