
Russian Pilot: Dis is Vepr 1, zee targeet eez een sight, firing meesles! Spokonin Noychen, American Pigdogs!

Senjaya: Quick! Run towards the water tower there bombing!

Senjaya: Let the ladder down! I forgot the password!

Steve: Senjaya! Noooooooooooo! Now I am dooooooooooooomed!
Steve passes out and wakes up on an unknown island near new york...

Steve:What is this place? why is there a coral and wooden plank runway? why do the terminals look so funny? what is a "sim v"? I want to go home!
*Badger runs over, licks Steve on the back of his neck*
Badger: You are home Steve, you are home.
















