Steve grunted. “I think that this calls for a bubblegum frag.”

“You mean like sticking a fragmentation grenade to something with gum?” said Cal. “Like an old-fashioned sticky bomb?”

“No.” Steve plunged into his pack, retrieved a pineapple-shaped weapon painted a garish shade of pink, and pulled its pin. He lobbed it over the trench wall, popping the spoon; seven seconds later it burst and coated the area with sticky, viscous goo. The enemies were left blinded, stuck, and gagging. “I mean like a bubblegum frag.”

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