You and I were paratroopers in the galactic military, airdropping from a space freighter in a top secret mission to obtain a top secret device that only you have been told what it looked like. We trooped through the jungles and the dense undergrowth for days, combating terrifying insects as big as a man's head that emitted a thick mucousy substance that dissolved whatever it touched.

At last we made it to the center of the jungle and were taken aback by an enormous clear featuring a gigantic supercomputer in the shape of a red dragon with outstretched wings. In it's teeth was a computer chip and I knew, somehow, that that's what we had come for. But before I could grab it, you double crossed me and shot at me with a tommy gun straight out of the 1920s. For some reason I had a bow and arrow, but we were evenly matched until the dragon computer awoke and we had to wrestle it into submission. You gave it an RKO and I gave it an Air Bourne and then we took the chip and walked off in slow motion as the dragon said "You'll never get away with this!" We looked over our shoulder and you said "You're right." and pulled out a detonator. Then I pressed a button on my suit and we started to vanish, but not before I said, for some perplexing reason, "We gangsta." At which point you pressed the button and detonated the entire planet, while we were safely in Space Vegas, gambling it up.

High fives were involved.