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Josh Mullen was terminated
for abusing company resources
to make the following action series.
"Fatal Decision" does not reflect
the views or opinions of SCI Technical Manuals.
Lost in this jungle two weeks now.
Or is the jungle lost in me?
Thank you, worm brother.
I honor your sacrifice.
- Hey, Josh. - Hm?
- That cake for Pat K.'s birthday, did you pick that up?
- Can someone else do it?
I'm filmin' a video.
You haven't even gotten it yet.
- We have like, oh no, it's today.
- Yes.
I'm Jack Maxwell,
decorated war hero, elite special ops agent,
and the real king of the jungle.
If you're lookin' to mess with global justice,
you've made a fatal decision.
I wanted a mission, and for my sins they gave me one.
Safely escort these rations
to the starving refugee population.
[Australian accent) - Well, what have we got here?
What is that, a birthday cake?
- Hand it over, Yankee.
- Yeah, nothing gets through this jungle
without the Warlord seeing it first.
- That's right.
Nowhere to run, hero.
- So you're saying you want this cake?
- We want the cake.
Then take it.
- Ah, quicksand.
But I'm sinking.
- You're not sinking.
You're sunk.
Help, help.
- Kill you later, alligator.
After a while, you're in a crocodile.
Now, that's my kind of Gatorade.
Do any of those work?
Uh.
How much more blood
would be shed for these rations?
Still hundreds of miles of wild jungle
between me and the refugees.
Hey, is that the cake?
Can I have it?
- Sorry, I couldn't get this to your people sooner.
It's a real jungle out there.
Okay, whatever.
♪ Birthday to you ♪
The helpless refugees got their cake
and ate it too.
God, look at them go, like a pack of starving hyenas.
You're welcome, animals.
Patrick, congratulations.
Happy birthday.
They were still underfoot
of the region's nefarious Warlord.
Let them eat cake.
I'll stick with the worms.
- Hey, was there any change for that cake?
Did you get the receipt?
- I've got a helicopter to catch.
- A what?
Is that a yes or a no?
No.
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