Perconte, Toye, Malarkey and I sat in a foxhole, laughing over the way Eugene pronounces Scissors. He'd been running around like a headless-chicken looking for scissors all day. I see someone drop down across from me. I look up to see the man himself. "Hi, Gene." I smile. Malarkey leans in, whispering something into my ear. I crawl over so I was next to Doc Roe. "Hey, Doc, how do you pronounce scissors?" I ask. "Scissuhs... why?" He asks innocently. I tried my best to hold in my laughter but it was too hard. All four of us, not including Doc, could barely breathe. "Oh, I get it." Gene sighed sadly before standing up and walking off. I stop laughing. "Oh, he's all right. Just needs to find some scissuhs." Perconte laughs mockingly. I get up, running after Eugene. "Hey, Gene. Stop!" I shout. He turned around quickly, facing me with a sharp glare. I tried putting my hand on his shoulder but he ripped it away. "What do you want?" He snapped. "I'm sorry, Gene. We wasn't trynna embarrass you or nothin'." I explain, my accent now heavy. "I can't help the way I talk, okay? And the last person I'd want to judge me is you. Especially since you've got no place to talk about accents." He smirks slightly. "I find it cute honestly." I smile. He laughs, breaking the tension. "That's a relief. But... you haven't seen any scissuhs, have you?" He asks. "I have not." I reply. "All right. You should get back to your foxhole. Bye, Darlin'" He exclaimed. "Bye, Gene." I smile.