A very, very short man swaggers into the Tea Room. White gloves, white belt, and gold-trimmed white cap sparkle against the black of a KNF uniform. A strange cap badge, ornate shoulder flash, and a chest-full of medals seem to indicate a person of high prestiege, and the voice that shoots out, like the crack of a whip, fails to disappoint.
"Tea! Hot! Now!"
"Of course, Captain-san. Right this way."
"Fine!"
The Officer swaggers to a corner table, bearing a small 'Reserved' sign on it and sits with dignity. As the tea is rushed onto the table, he glances around and snorts quietly...
"Hrmf! The Admiral is still not here! I have so many funny things to tell him!"
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
