"What the frick," Jack says, watching people with weapons dash through the forest screaming, "I hate this place." He twists the handle of his sword, and it turns into a bayonet. He slams the bayonet into it's sheath, "Whatever," his stomach rumbles, "I wonder if they have pancakes," he says, turning around and made for the mess hall, muttering about being left out.
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