"Bloody hell," Mendel rolled his eyes. "What is it with today, it's like a bloody waiting room at the prostate examination center. Makes me miss the days when Nutty mc-fracking-nutbar used to come in here, waving his sword/or other sharp impliment (specifically excluding their wit, I might add) around, declaring that, and I quote "I R COM-YOU-NIST, ME GET STORM NOW?" And why do I miss them, you might be wondering, because at least with them I could rip their heads off and give them a spindectomy... you... well you don't seem to have a spine at all, so it's a bit of a lost cause."
He slammed his mug down on the table.
"What, you think I want meek little kids who barely look like they can eat solid food? What are you, two? Tell me, before I have to shoot you, why you think I should give you a chance, what makes you worthy of the People's Army?"
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