The second solider was hooting with laughter, slapping his thighs as he struggled to stay standing, while the soldier M.J. had grabbed a hold of in a last ditch effort to rid herself of unwanted pursuers, turned a darker shade of red with each passing moment. The laughing soldier wiped his eyes, before clapping his buddy on the back. "Make sure you invite me to the wedding, Joe!" he chuckled. "And name your first son after me!"
M.J. too, had turned red. "Shut it, Bill. Or so help me God, you won't even be able to have any children."