— Sergeant!
- Yeah, Private?
— Can I cry?
- Okay, just hurry and don't go far.
— And Private Nowak wants to poop. He's just embarrassed to say...
- Okay, let him go in the bushes and shit.
— But that's why he's embarrassed that he can't crap in bushes...
— Okay, let's get him to the nearest gas station. But quick.
— Nowak can't get a tractor...
— Have him take the driver.
It's time.
— Sergeant!
- What?
“The woodpecker and Kopyrd as they learned that Kowalski and Nowak were going to the station, they wanted to go to church. Pray.
— Can't they pray here?
— Well, not really. Church's better.
- All right, let them go.
- Oh, and this Mohammad wants too.
— To church?!
— No, he's gonna lay out a rug at the station and pray there. It's dirty in here.
- All right, let them go. Make it quick.
Another minute passes.
— Sergeant!
- What?
— The remainder of the platoon besides wants to go to the station, due to the fact that the game is going to Polsata. They'll watch him crap a little.
- Okay. Hurry up. Oh, and get me a caramel latte and chocolate sprinkles erstwhile you come back, 'cause I'm so full of crap from fucking Russian!
