The Resistance / Story of Insanity

[Ramond]

After half an hour, some soldiers suddenly start vomiting out of the window.

Soldier 1: BBLUAGH!
Soldier 2: UAGHEWERKSHADL!
Soldier 3: BLEUGH!
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Oh no!

The truck comes to a quick stop.

Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Out of here!

Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster launches the three soldiers out of the truck, then continues driving.

Ramon: What was that for?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: I would have hoped you wouldn't have asked.
XZ: So what was it?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: You know, people who vomit are prone to inner body influence.
A Yoshi: What?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Additionally we aren't able to afford any cleaners to wipe up the mess they make.
Ramon: Basically you say that you throw them out because you can't afford people to clean their vomit mess up.
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Err... yes
XM: That sounds...
Tatoriga: ...awesome!
Xample: Anybody who vomits is fired?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: But no. We have a vomitorium in our base, and since that cost so much, soldiers who don't even use something we paid so much for don't deserve to be honored any further.
Ramon: Seems pretty logical to me.
XM: At least there's more space here now.
Ramon: Yep. It was very kind of Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster to fire all his soldiers from the truck.
XZ: So where are we actually going?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: We're currently on the way to the base.
Ramon: How long more?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Well... probably about 8 more hours.
Ramon: Holy friggin' fudge!
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: That was if we would take the redirection over Manhattan. But we won't. Waste of time.
XZ: And how long without redirection?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Seriously, I got better things to do than count the time during a flight to the base.
Xample: "Flight"?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Yep. We're so awesome that our truck is so fast that it doesn't touch the floor 50% of the whole tour.
Ramon: Sooo... how much longer til all your base are belong to us?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Shouldn't be too much more... if my chronosense is labouring the way it should.
A Yoshi: Chronosense?
Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster: Silence, mortals! Don't fool my nerves. We should be there any minute.

After half an hour they reach the base. Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster stops the truck and it lands safely on the ground.
Luckily the heroes survive the 5 metre fall.

When they get off the truck and view the base, they gasp.

The base...


A) ...is a giant metal prism below the sands of the desert
B) ...looks like a giant metallic pile of piggywiggy cookies
C) ...is a giant metallic replica of Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster
D) ...is in another desert