Promising Wodders and Foss riches and wonder from the snow, this two-bit inbred, bar striken, nomadic hill wanderer , that they found passed out in a pool of his own vomit in the red lion in Arundel slured he may know the way to the sacred creature that time forgot.

Dropping in from the helicopter, Foss catches this shot of his feet buried up to the knee in Icy Snow.

The disbelief of the treturous snow startled the well trained crew, however the nomad, unphased by the extreme conditions sluridly assured them that the only way to stay alive was to make a giant snow ball.

And so they set to work.

Their focus some what dissiluded as they couldn't help but wonder... why?

Very soon they had a snowball weighing in at the same weight as the group combined, its purpose still locked away in the twised chasm of baggy's mind.

He stormed off in frantic rage as they had failed to shape it to the fallic monstrosity that his fetish desired.

Baggy claimed he saw the monster at the bottom of the hill, and so off he went in a torrent of excitment, disregarding his own well being and safety.

Making an improvised board out of his own frozen urine, he sets off down the hill leaving the two soldiers to continue his nob shrine.

Little did he know they had grown weary and disturbed and decided it was best to track his movements.

Wodder forms an aerofoil with his out stretched arms, which actually generates lift, like an air craft, allowing him to hover inches above the ground, reducing drag and friction resisitance.

Dean equipped with his WAR face to put off any possible Yeti attack's.

Dazed and confused from the crash dave stumbles over to our intrepid warriors and screamed in a shrill girlish tone "Gaaaaayr YOU MUST HAVE SCARED IT!" that echoed throughout the valley.

His flimsy excuse failed to disguise the clear mental anguish which was by now haunting the whole group. The snow was taking its toll on Dave