Charlie still had no idea what was going on here, they were celebrating? A Hen party? Despite having been told by three different people all ready why they were here Charlie couldn't make sense of it, and they were ignoring him.
"What the hell are you on about?" He asked with increasing frustration. When he found out who was responsible for this - and it would be just one person, maybe two, his money was on the twins - he really was going to murder them.
Charlie brought his fingers to his mouth, and whistled the kind of noise that made you cover your ears to get the attention of everyone who had invaded the mess tent. "Now, in small easy to understand words one of you, just one - is going to explain what the hell is going on here, and then you're all going to pack up and leave, before I really decide you're getting fed to the dragons."