"My son, you've made a mistake." As the recruit began to quake a higher rate, Totenkopt produced his pistol again, and began to twirl it around his gloved finger.
"The idea is not to shout them down, it is to shoot them down. I hope you understand that, because if not, I will shoot you down. Is that clear?"
"So, your father was a pilot was he? Tell me, what variety of ships did we fly back then? I'll even give you a hint, they were nothing like what we have now. Something else, I can see you're wondering. 'Can he just shoot me down? Can he kill me out of hand?' "
Totenkopt leaned closer, and once again blew smoke into the young man's face.
"Son, I've killed more people out of hand than you've ever met. Keep that in mind when you're shouting in my office."
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.
