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Jack trudged through the makeshift back alley of whatever planet they were currently on, a look of disgust on his face as his boots slogged through mud.
“You wanna remind me just what in the hell we're still doing here, Captain?” he managed, frowning at the ground where his boot had managed to sink into some sort of bog.
Sam stifled a laugh, reaching to assist the colonel.
“I told you, sir. The device we saw the inhabitants of this planet using could...”
Jack rolled his eyes.
“Right, the alien doohickey,” he grumbled, unamused. “The things I do for science.”