>>24556651 (OP)"Was ist das?" Schwarzkommando call out as they wade through a thick, meandering stream of, uh, excrement as they're circles deep inside the bowels of, you guessed it, that latrine system. It must be transporting the excess and fetor of the entire Wehrmacht now ... plenty of German boys, all yo-ho-ho, take off their lederhosen and let out entire riverruns of shit and diarrhoea, a-a-and they're letting loose all that wartime sauerkraut and porcine flesh and dams-worth-of-piss-pilsner. They Schwarzkommando have corn pipes which they've been a-smokin' medical grade ganja in (that Totenkopf Toke strain), a-a-and they're ladling out turds as big as tuna fish from the stream. No time for pleasantries nor a smoke now, boys. They trudge on, like Conquistadores set on finding the hazy LSD dreams of El Dorado, a-a-and they begin to sing:
>Was ist das?>Das ist kein Gras.>Das ist kein Orangensaft.>Das ist eine Art Regenbogen der Schwerkraft!