Event on Ludicrosity

A putrid odor begins to burn your nostrils. That could only be... you whirl and stare at your men. "OK," you bark, "Who was it?" A timid hand raises from the crowd. "Johnson?" you ask. The soldier nods meekly. "How many cups of 'Chile' did you eat, Johnson?" The soldier raises four fingers, but the smell suddenly grows stronger. You feel like vomiting! "RUN!!!" you yell. The army scatters, leaving Johnson alone on the road.