in the same vein as story 1
Once there was a young man... we'll call him Timmy. Now Timmy, being a strapping young lad of the 41st millenium, had a healthy interest in the ladies. Upon the advice of some of his mates in the Imperial Guard, he elected to show these feelings to a beautiful young Sister... we'll call her Suzie.
So one day at lunch Timmy approaches Suzie with flowers in hand. A rose, a tulip, and a daisy specifically. "Suzie I-" he began.
"Are those for me?" she asked, horrified. He backed up, dropping the flowers as he did. This only made her rage worse. He spent the next three days in the infirmary.
On the third day Timmy's sergeant popped in to check up on him. "So, Private, what happened to you?"
"Well sir, you see I really like this Sister so I asked the guys what to do and they told me to get her flowers so I went out and picked some and she -decked- me!"
The sergeant furrowed his brow. "Well, what flowers did you pick?"
"A rose, a tulip, and a daisy," replied the young Guardsman.
The sergeant's face grew grim and he immediately left the room. He returned a moment later with a Commissar in tow. "Guardsman, tell this man what you just told me."
Timmy, relieved to see -someone- cared about the Sister's actions, was all too happy. "Well sir, you see I really like this Sister Suzie so I asked the guys what to do and they told me to get her flowers so I went out and picked some and she -decked- me! Then I spent three days here in the infirmary and finally Sarge checked up on me and so I told -him- the story and he went to get you!"
The Commissar furrowed his brow. "Well what were the flowers?"
"A rose, a tulip, and a daisy."