"But it's chilly!" he shouted, still trying to get free. Lt. Peter, who held his torso and arms, and his friend Chris from the Medicorps who held his legs, grinned at him and laughed. Taunts of pollo, pollo! came from all sides and there was a good deal of laughter. Even Jules was laughing, though he did not look forward to what was coming.
They reached the bank of the river then and he tried to get them to let him go. "Come on, gals -- we don't really need to do this, you know, not tonight; can't we just put it off?"
Chris and Peter laughed, shook their heads, and tossed Jules into the river.
Cold water sucked him down and he kicked to get to the surface, which he broke, spluttering, to cheers from the bank. "I hate you all so much right now," he said, laughing, and immediately swallow
