Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

[Dieter Schprokets]

"Sir!"

Fleet Admiral Percy Nelles looked up from his desk at the aide who had just entered his office.

"What?"

"I have alarming news! The entire food rations of the Bretonian Armed Forces have been spiked with an ancient drug, Lysergic acid diethylamide, also known as LSD. We think it was the Mollies."

Percy nodded.

"Almost the entire Fleet has been affected. Commodore McKenna, Admiral Stuart, and the crew of the Churchill report symptoms."

The aide continued. "I myself can now see music. Trippy. Broccolli Bacon?"

The aide handed the Admiral a bacon wrapped hors'd'oeuvre. The Fleet Admiral waved it away.

"This explains why I've been looking at my shower curtain for 4 hours. Should we be alarmed?"

"Well sir, I am, but that's because I keep seeing crazy stuff. Pretty sure I rode up the elevator with a horse. Might have been Lt DeBeers though; she's ugly."

The Fleet Admiral smiled dreamily and stroked an imaginary cat.

"Next time, Gadget."

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