One day Mogey and Smush were running the obstacle course at boot camp, except that instead of running, they were lollygagging. Mogey and Smush were notorious throughout their unit for lollygaggery, and on this particular day Sergeant Sauerbraten decided he'd had enough.
"Private Mogey! Private Smush!" he howled. "Is that lollygagging I spy?"
"Yes, Sergeant Sauerbraten, sir, it surely is," Smush retorted, kicking his legs as he sat atop the monkey bars.
"Do you know what I do with privates who enjoy lollygagging?" Sergeant Sauerbraten asked, grabbing Mogey by the front of his shirt.
"No, Your Sauerness, ah, sir," Mogey stuttered, staring in amazement at Sergeant Sauerbraten's visibly beefy breath.
"I administer...water torture," Sergeant Sauerbraten said, lowering his voice to a whisper. Mogey and Smush gasped with fear. "That's right: the one and only beverage you'd be allowed to consume for 48 straight hours is water. Any questions?"
"Just one," Smush asked, his eyes wide with terror. "Are frappes considered a beverage?"
"You're darn right they are," Sergeant Sauerbraten sneered. Mogey and Smush sprinted the rest of the obstacle course so fast, that had their lollygaggery not already set them severely behind, they would have finished in record time. And not once, for the rest of their days, did Mogey and Smush even consider lollygagging.
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