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All
you had to do was get down, bury your face in the bush, and watch
for anything that shouldn't be there.
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It
was my first time. |
You
did the same thing the next time.
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We
still scored. |
That's
beside the point. They almost scored.
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It's
just paintball.
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It's
not just paintball. It's a metaphor for life. It's survival. How
can you expect to win a real battle if you can't win a pretend
one, with rules? I feel sorry for you.
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You're
an ass.
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Don't
hate the player, hate the game.
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Hate
the mask.
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You're
not blaming it on the mask are you? Even Sgt Lack doesn't
blame the mask.
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Sgt
Lack fought in Vietnam.
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Don't
change the subject. |
Don't
be an ass.
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If you'd been paying attention.
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"If
you'd been paying attention."
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Mock
me at your peril knave.
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You're
talking a lot 'a shit for someone who just barely qualified
on the M-16. |
Okay,
that's low. You were there.
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I
didn't see anything.
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My
gun jammed!
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And
they wouldn't let me start over. All I needed was ten more
seconds. Ten seconds that I would have had if they hadn't
given me the same rifle sergent Lack used in Vietnam. |
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Whatever.
How 'bout that chick at the range. |
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The
blonde? She could get it. She's got kinda'f a flabby ass tho'. |
Hard
to tell in BDU's. She was cute.
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Well
ladies. Have you completed your midday constitutional? |
Yeah.
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Good.
Then get over to the west gate and wait for major Gail. |
What's
he showing up for?
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You
recall all the trucks that arrived just this morning? |
Ummm,
yes?
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Well it's
got nothing to do with them. Lots of trucks, on a Saturday. Not
important. Certanly not worth bothering anyone about. |
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So
it's not the trucks.
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Goddamn
it! Get over there or I'll have Bradshaw here put ExLax
in your canteen.
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I'll
do it too!
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I
know you would. Good man.
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Oh, and the
captain's back. So by the book. |
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THE
captain?
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The
THE herself.
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Oh,
I don't wanna ruin it for you. The first time is always special.
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What's
that supposed to mean?
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Whould
you want me ta' spill the plot to Terminator 4?
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Lord
no!
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That's
all right sir. Not your fault. |
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Hey
Kline, Bradshaw. Sorry to make you guys work today.
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They
make you come in on a saturday too?
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Weall,
actully lil'l laide, we work t'ree daiys oun aind tuw ouff.
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Seence
we work twealv' 'aur sheifts. Their's ay buncha uth'r guys
who rotaite so their's awlways sumone on gu'rd.
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Ohkaaay. . .
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Thanks
guys.
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Thaink
yu sir.
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What?
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