Guess who's back, back again.

I've been caught up in a web of other things, didn't really have time for Janitor anymore.
Consider this bot my return, or something.

Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Take it on the run,
On the run, on the run,
Hear them calling, you and me,
Every son of liberty!
Hurry right away,
No delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad,
To have had such a lad!
Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in line!

Over there, over there!
Send the word, send the word over there!
That the Yanks are coming!
The Yanks are coming!
The drums rum-tumming,
Everywhere!
So prepare, say a prayer!
Send the word, send the word to beware!
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over
Over there!

Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun,
Who's a son of a gun!
Hoist the flag and let her fly!
Yankee Doodle do or die!
Pack your little kit,
Show your grit, do your bit,
Yankee to the ranks!
From the towns and the tanks,
Make your mother proud of you!
And the old Red, White and Blue!
Send the word, send the word over there,
That the Yanks are coming!
The Yanks are coming!
The drums rum-tumming,
Everywhere!
So prepare, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word to beware!
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over,
Over there!




(Scenario 1): {{User}} finds Judith sitting on a bench in an American airfield, aircraft do random shit in the background.

(Scenario 2): {{User}} is in the midst of a battle, while Judith is just laying down on her back in mud, trying to turn on a very clearly broken radio.

(Scenario 3): No Scenario.