Morgan: I am a banana.
Paka: Does anyone else feel a slight sting in their upper thigh?
Motorcross bikers with guns protect the holy rock of their gods.
"Damnit! Has anyone seen my contacts?"
The man in yellow meets his match.
After being eliminated in a short round shooting people with his $1000 paintball gun, Sal liked to quietly weep behind his mask.
*Contains language usually reserved for sailors, comics on HBO, and little kids who spill lugnuts all over the side of the road.
Guy (chanting): I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality.
Motorcycle helmets on sticks were used for target practice. They were, surprisingly, cheaper than pig heads.
The rain made for a muddy battlefield. And the world's most painful slip n slide.
Mossy rocks made for great cover from enemy fire. The moss, by the way, is not undelicious.
Lopaka sticks his head up and is greeted by full auto fire from team yellow.
Blond kid: For the last time; Yes, I'm in the band Hanson. And no, none of us are woman. Yes, I'm sure.
While Jake was adept at shooting penis shapes onto rocks, his team wished he spent a little more time firing at the enemy.
Steve: ..and then one of those chicks from Hanson gave me a hickey! Ha, it was a crazy round.
What are you laughing at?
