What was yore name again, soldier?
Just another friendly conscientious objector. And I'm an adjutant, not a soldier. Get your s*** together or I'll have your paycheck shipped to Nigeria from now on, your laundry sent to Siberia from now on, and your mother... Well, hells bells, she better get her ass on the train to Vladivostok right now, or she's going to be
late. And from now on, you're not going to let her be late ever again. For anything. You get it? You got it? Good.
And, I'm not going to lie: It's not a bad ass. Let's see if she can make the Castle Run within at least 40 parsnips, and we'll see about putting her up into a permanent position as My Matriarch of my Royal Guard. (It's actually some of My Mother’s, The Lich spare leash soldiers, but that's okay, they don't have much else to do these days besides staying on guard for sepsis. (They need purpose, without purpose they are nothing, no more useful than any lowly worm.)
-COL Manly
Don't you think a barcode would have been sexier?) Hail Hydra.
