By the dead, did he glimpse a muscular pair of buttocks in the shadows?

‘We must work together. This is not a competition, gentlemen.’ The two generals immediately competed with each other to be the one to agree most.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded the spoon-thief.

The General blinked. ‘Er, well, er… how have you been?’ ‘In very great pain, thank you for asking.’

The superior did not look pleased by the thought of chicken.

Within a minute or two, First Sergeant Forest will arrive to position his bared buttocks above my undeserving head.

He squatted beside a stricken chair, latest casualty in his war against furniture.

"Evil, those rabbit holes," whispered Shivers.