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!!0ZviLFh59My 02/01/12(Wed)20:42 No.17767385
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"How the hell-"
"The Black Widow, Sir, let me tell you about it. It's a heavy son-of-a-bitch with too much drag and too little engine power so if you want to catch something it's only got one virtue, it falls like a fucking anchor with a sky phobia. The heavier it is, the better it plummets towards earth, and after that every inch of materiel between me and Martian rockets is a blessing because you ain't dodging jack shit in that fatassed whore."
Patton closes his mouth, obviously backed up a bit. He thinks, then begins to speak-
"-So throw down your gloves or slap me with 'em, because that's the size of it and I'll stand on it, in front of a military tribunal, press microphones or anything and anywhere else."
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"SIR."
"Your uniform is incomplete," Patton says immediately. He barks at the door, and one of the MPs comes in. "Fine this man two dollars for having no cover and no tie," he says, and the MP dutifully fills out the paperwork. He hands it to you, and you immediately place it in your mouth and eat it.
This seems to amuse Patton greatly. He nods at you, quite suddenly respectful, and you feel the tension in the air dissipate a bit.
"Oh," you say, turning to the German. "I forgot." You take out the lighter with the initials "E.R." on it, and hand it back. Rommel nods, smiling, and pockets it.
"Gentlemen, I need to speak to the pilot privately. Is our business concluded?"
"Indeed, Commander, you are dismissed," one of the Brits replies lazily, and Minna takes you into the hall. |
