i deleted 'THEM'. it was friggin horrible. this, hopefully, will be better, since i've found a site where i can watch it online. but it's in korean, so what a shit bumer. anyway. hopefully this will prove laughable...:D

"No!" yelled Maggie, flinging her arms around the post as all three of her male teammates tugged at her legs.

"Come on, Mags," said her 'former' best friend, Zak, who was contributing to the chaos at her feet.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," said Trey, kneesman.

"Please?" asked Johnny adorably at her thighs.

At this Maggie's heart melted, but she kept her face furious and yelled, "No!"

At this all three tugged harder. Her shoes came off.

"Maggie!"

"No!" Johnny started sliding her pants of her legs.

"Yaargh!" she screamed, flailing about, and managed to kick at the three while she caught herself on her elbow.

They stepped back as she stood up, hoisted her pants up, and glared.

"They're lime-green," announced Johnny, who'd seen her underwear.

She snarled at them.

The three began to feel nervous. She'd been like this when she'd walked in on them about to open a diary found in her underwear drawer. Johnny, in particular, had been staring at a lacy bra of hers.

She'd pounded their heads in that unfortunate event – and they sure weren't ready to experience it again.

"Maggie, come on," pleaded Zak. "We really need you."

The reason they really needed Maggie was because unfortunately the cafeteria door had been electronically locked when all three were sweaty, hot, and starving from a combat training session. Maggie had been ogling lovesick at Johnny. Apparently she'd thought he looked like a total hunk with beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face and his nose, panting and with a red face. Yes, love can take us farther than we think.

The further basis was because they needed her to play skank to distract the security guards from the computers so they could hack the doors open.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just request them to open it?" she yelled.

"No!" yelled Zak.

"C'mon, please?" whimpered Johnny pitifully, dropping to his knees in front of her and taking her hand.

Her eyes widened and she seriously considered doing it.

But then she reasoned with herself.

"No."

"For me?" Whined Johnny, throwing his arms around her waist.

"No."

He buried his face in her stomach and pretended to cry.

Just then Captain Strong walked into the room with an inspector.

His eyes digested the scene: Maggie against a post, Johnny on his knees with his head pressed into her stomach and his arms around her, Maggie's shoes three feet away. Zak with his arms up to demonstrate drama. Trey looking like he was about to die.

"Well, inspector, it seems my team has developed themselves into a state of hysteria. Please allow them some time to calm down."

The inspector slid his glasses down his nose and peered over them at the group. "Does this…Happen regularly?"

"Why, once in a while. They need some outlet to vent off dramatic steam and emotions."

The inspector stalked out.

The group remained unmoving.

"MISTER Miller, do you thoroughly enjoy the smell of my daughter's abdomen or are you simply paralyzed?" Johnny laughed into Maggie's stomach.

"EEEEEEEE!!! That tickles!"

"Sorry." He detached himself from her and stood up.

Now they stood before the captain, four trained professionals. You'd never had known a minute ago.

"I have a mission for you."

They all groaned.

"Why, don't you want to service humanity?"

"No," Johnny sighed, "We're fucking starving hungry."