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O H  N O !

Once again, I got stuck with Sergeant BullyBeef. This time he forced me to go into the Altitude Chamber.

I officially DETEST that man!

The chamber is intended for seeing how a person reacts with only a little oxygen. He called it hypoxia.

I asked him if it felt anything like having chicken pox, because I certainly didn't want a repeat of that.

On a positive note, hypoxia is nothing like chicken pox. On a negative note, it's much, much worse! I'm talking like 100% worse.

Sergeant BullyBeef locked me in the chamber and told me to relax. That man needed to have his head read if he thought I was going to be able to relax in that confined unit.

He then proceeded to slowly reduce the oxygen in the chamber, making it nearly impossible to breathe. I was left gasping for air like a little goldfish thrown out of its bowl.

I thought I was going to die!

While I was trying to breathe, he forced me to do some really lame exercises. I had to play a few clapping rhythm games and try to place my finger on my nose.

I was extremely embarrassed as I must have looked like a complete idiot. I was unable to do any of those simple things with so little oxygen going to my brain.

BullyBeef thought it was great entertainment. He laughed his head off while I sat suffering. That man is cruel.

Eventually he let me out of the torture chamber.

I was absolutely FURIOUS!

If my Mama hadn't taught me such good manners, there's no telling what I would have said to that maniac.

Luckily for him (and me, I guess), I didn't voice my thoughts out loud.

As far as I'm concerned, the whole hypoxia torture chamber exercise was an epic waste of time.

Mars has a total of zero oxygen, so I'll always be walking around outside in my oxygen-filled space suit anyway.