The Sharmadumhovers over the waters of the Gulf. A local fishing Dhow floats lazily under the spacecraft. The bottom of the Sharmadumopens and Shankar, NN and Wally jump out into the warm waters of the Gulf. Drill Instructor Stone slides down platinum robe and drops directly into the Dhow. The Zebra with Terry on its back is lowered gently in a crane harness to the deck of the dhow. A male in desert camouflage approaches Drill Instructor Stone and snaps to attention.
"Private Lex Livingston Ma'am." DRILL INSTRUCTOR "Private, throw those men a dinghy." PRIVATE LIVINGSTON "Yes Ma'am." DRILL INSTRUCTOR "And throw them three oaks while you're at it." PRIVATE LIVINGSTON "Ma'am, regulations call for two oars per dinghy." DRILL INSTRUCTOR "Marine, are you quoting regulations to me?" PRIVATE LIVINGSTON "Sorry Ma'am, but I thought you'd want us to follow regulations." DRILL INSTRUCTOR "Listen, you little piss-ant butch panty waist, if I need you to quote me regulation numbers I'll squeeze those lentils you call your balls." PRIVATE LIVINGSTON (snapping to attention) "Yes, Ma'am, is three enough, I think we have over 50?" DRILL INSTRUCTOR "Just do what I said and get that mule and that punk kid on the dinghy with the three geniuses." A few minutes later Shankar, Wally, NN are rowing toward the Qatari shore. On the bow stands The Zebra with Terry on his back-looking a lot like Washington crossing The Delaware. Terry turns and fires off a round from his bean shooter into the darkness in the direction of the Dhow. We hear the marine yelp like he was hit between the eyes. SHANKAR "My password is CASH, whats yours?" NN "We're not supposed to say them out loud." SHANKAR "You idiot, that's the mantra gimmick, how the hell can you use a password if you can't say it out loud?" We hear Wally snoring again. In the distance we see the Sharmadum lower its platinum rope back to the deck of the dhow and Drill Instructor quickly pulled back into the spacecraft. We see a stream of light heading toward the Dhow. PRIVATE LIVINGSTON (screaming) "We have an incoming, what do I do?" The light from the explosion illuminates the night sky and shortly after the deafening sound of the destroyer firing off a round. At the same time, the Sharmadum disappears as if engaging its cloaking devise. DRILL INSTRUCTOR (laughing) "Check the regulations." We hear the scratch of a diamond needle hitting the surface of an old vinyl record. Hayya 'alal-falāh
