Mahan: but master, don't you think it can be possible that plaything of yours has just... run away? Just saying, after all, for what I heard, that one was acting up.
Makkaro: are you trying to throw stones to my marriage?
Frank: screw him, Mak. The only reason your spouse is "acting up" is because this insane working shift you have lately that keeps you two appart. You two just need to bone.
Mahan: (scared noise)
Makkaro: ...what did you say?
Mahan: (whispers at Frank) don't say it again.
Frank: I said you two need to bone.
Mahan: (prepares himself with fear)
Makkaro: how... dare you, Frank. I. Am. Your. SUPERIROR COMMANDER!!
(5 minutes later)
Makkaro: (outraged) BONE!
(10 minutes later)
Makkaro: what happens in my bedroom is NONE of your business!
(21 minutes later)
Makkaro: (demonic voice with rage) BOOOOOOOOOONE?!?!
(40 minutes later)
Makkaro: (still demonic voice, but lower, menacing) don't EVER speak to me like that again.
Mahan: (slides back down from the column he climbed to in fear with some tears of terror in his eyes) why did you do that?
Frank: dude is pent up. Now he knows. Problem solved.
