The General took another puff from the cigar, but this time blew it straight into the officers face.
"It seems you misunderstand me. And don't presume that I don't understand you. Ever. Presumptions like that in a place like this means you will quickly discover your small intestines connect exquisitely well to your ear lobes."
He stood and drew another puff.
"Let's try something else, since sarcasm is not your fortay."
He picked up a pistol.
"An Outcast and a Corsair are having a drink at opposite ends of a bar in a Freeport. You walk in. Describe your next actions."
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