With a triumphant howl, Face laughs, falling back down against the linoleum clutching himself as he watches the theatrical "death" - complete with mimed blood spewing out his mouth and clutching the blue bear.

With the gentle punch, he rolls onto his side - smashing another Cheer bear under his chest - and laughs again. "Never underestimate your enemy, man... remember the little old lady in Tijuana?"

He's pulled out of the moment by a familiar clearing of throat and Hannibal's voice above them. "Lieutenant? Captain?" The Colonel fixes them with a steely, unamused glare.

"Uh... Colonel..." Face flashes again, managing back up onto his feet with a wince. "We were, uh... simply demonstrating the importance of tactical advantage..."