The Tiger Kingdom wrote:Strutting across the runway towards them, bristly mustache looking bristlier than ever, shooting stick firmly in hand, and smirk in absolutely effervescent form, Major Roy Rupert Torquil Cutler (III) bore down on them like a smug tsunami, merciless in bearing and flanked by the gargoyles that polite society dictated be referred to as his "adjutants".
NOT LIKE THIS.
Flight Lieutenant Benjamin Silver, recipient of the Croix de guerre, Médaille de l'Aéronautique, the Distinguished Flying Cross, and the Military Cross, felt a tendril of icy fear slide it's way up his spine and lodge itself firmly in his gut. That voice... it was the sound of death himself come to steal souls. It was the voice of Adolf Cuntler himself. He hobbled around, and pulled himself rigidly upward into a form of salute. It wasn't parade ground ready, but then again neither was Silva. Mentally he put two and two together, got four, and realized that he would be spending this operation in the charming company of Major Cuntler.
Oh fuck me