Mump: Take it easy sir don't go into a...
Gimpy: KAMAKAZE. KAMAKAZE.
Jessie: You idiot.
Nitz: You spread our forces out so thin that the only person who could POSSIBLY win would be...
(They look at Cal, who has become hopelessly tangled in his sleeping bag and has a bra over his head)
(Gimpy's men crying)
Cal: I'm the winner. I'm the Risk champ. Hooray for everything.