Albrecht raised both his eyebrows in disbelief, his mouth trying to form words, resulting in only barely audible sounds.
He composed himself after some time, shaking his head. "Like, what the hell? You are firing me? Seriously? I have not, like, screwed up royally or some other crap. Ja, there have been some minor things here and there, but what the hell? I am going to get fired because I greeted Weissman with "Yo Admiral!"? Or was it because of that crap with the farmer? Did Beist spill the beans on that or what? It's not like I don't do my stuff when out in the field! Didn't see that report of this boogey tasting the Fuchscannon? That was, like, marksmanship on the highest level. Bet that stupid Ragnar pilot was grateful for that crap."
He shakes his head again. "You can't just frigging fire me!"