#don't make bets with Fox he will humiliate you and milk you for credits

[mwolf0epsilon]

Roll in the Credits

Fox, waiting at the GAR landing platform: Rys, watching him: What's the commander doing all the way over there? That's the GAR boys's landing zone... Stone: Hm? Oh. The 104th, 112th and 501st got leave at the same time. Rys: ...And? Stone: Fox is collecting bet credits. Rys: ... Wolffe, walking out of the newly-landed LAAT while wearing a colorful fursuit: I'm wearing the stupid thing...Happy now? Fox, keeping a level voice: I am content, yes. Hand over the credits. Wolffe, grumbling and giving him a substantial amount of credits: Pain in the shebs... -stomps off towards 79's- Rys, flabbergasted: Was that...? Stone: Keep watching. It gets better. Cody, wearing rainbow punk rock attire with matching mohawk and piercings: You're the devil. Fox, still containing his smile: Don't make bets you can't win. Cody, flipping him off after handing over his own sum of credits before following Wolffe: Bastard... Rys: What the fuck...? Stone: We're missing one. Rys: Oh no, what did he make Rex wear? Rex, in a bunny girl outfit complete with big floppy ears, tail, fishnets and heels: Fox, snorting: Had a nice breezy trip, Rex'ika? Rex: I hate you with every fiber of my being. Fox: Love you too. Credits now. Rex, weeping as he hands over his losses: Why do I never learn? -continues to do the walk of shame towards 79's, catching up with Wolffe and Cody- Rys, absolutely shocked: Stone: And this is why no one should EVER bet against Fox. Rys: Noted.