#tflooc

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.

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.

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

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.