The little girl was successful in getting a beanbag into four holes but missed the fifth. She walked away with an armful of Ruffles-branded products: ... game, a stuffed animal, a puzzle, juggling balls, license plate frames, pot holders, galoshes, a t-shirt, stickers, a pillow, a ukulele, a flashing button and a spice rack. Ruffles merchandising income must have been a windfall!Another skit performed by the three, this time in a wood working shop. Rubber hammers and saws, foam two by fours. As Diana and her people were musing about what was going on, the Crew Chief grabbed a stanchion and pulled himself into an upright position.“Listen up,” he bellowed.Diana, her group, and perhaps thirty more troops instantly quieted.“This is your first combat mission for many of you, but I see a few old heads aboard. To those, take a nap or something while I inform the rest about what’s going on.“For you newbies, we plan to attack one of the spiders’ major nest facilities. Our scout division has. I could instantly feel a few eyes were looking in our direction as jenny slipped out of her shorts and added some last minute suntan lotion to her legs. It wasn't long before a sales rep had come over selling Turkish massages. As it was our first day we declined. This was our routine for the first couple of days as we just relaxed. We then decided to go for a wonder down the main strip. We had a couple of drinks and played some crazy golf. It wasn't long before Jenny was being wolf whistled by. You’re my wife, after all! Oh, yes, in case you missed it, this is my wife, Margaery Tyrell, thrice widowed former Queen of Westeros. That’s this kingdom that you just visited! Someone wants her dead, and until I can find out why, I have to make sure to keep her safe! Which means with me!” I introduced Margaery, who didn’t seem too upset with me right then.Well, given that I had just rescued her from death, that made sense, even if I had been apart from her in a while in my time. Then again, it.