Due to mysterious budget reasons BRMC117 gets transfered to a remote little island where there is no fire ever. Never. Almost bored to death (not yet, wait for it!) he decides to start a fire of his own, you know, to practice because he felt a little rusty. So he sets fire to his little straw hut and gets hit on the head by the roof beam. When this is discovered, the department decides to abandon the use of socalled Robinson Crusoe outposts.
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