"We did it, Bob." A thin, wiry man gasped. "We finally combed the desert!" The man's dusty brown hair was covered in sand, though he didn't seem to care.
"Yeah, Steve." A more portly man conceded, a grin splitting across his wide face. "HALLELUJAH!" He yelled, loud enough to shake bits of sand out of his dirty blonde fringe. With that, the two men cheer and danced about, not noticing the wind that blew over their hard work.
