I was drafted in to the 44th bebop battailion, we were airdroped behind enemy lines, our mission, to find Japan. We walkded for days through the jungle, we walked and we walked, yeah my balls ached. And then one day, out through the brush, poked the slide of a trombone. It belonged to none other then Ken "puffy lips" Suzuki, the badest meanest trombone player this side of nagasaki. He pulled out his trombone, I pulled out my trombone, he put it to his lips, I put it to my lips. It was a Jazz-off! He started out with a skidderly do wop, not bad. I countered with a skidderly de bop, he did a ska ska ska!
This went on for five hours, untill finally I realised I had a gun in my back pocket, so I shot him in the face. Two days later the war was over and we all went home.

Gamespot is well rubbish