September 19th, 2008

Shiver Me Timbers

Squawk!

Who's a pretty biiiirdie? Who's a pretty biiiiirdie?

Gimme a cracker? *awwwk* Gimme a cracker?

*whistle*

Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!

*bobs head up and down*

Hello! Hello! Pretty biiiirdie!


…Oh, wait, I thought it was talk like … nevermind.

-The Gneech, *awwk*
Shiver Me Timbers

Roger That.

Seven-niner-niner, approach on the two-seven-nine. Altitude fifteen hundred and steady, ceiling thirty five hundred, over.

Crosscheck six fifty, all indicators green, steady at nine-oh-five.

Copy.


What?

But you said it was Talk Like a Pil— oh, fine. Sheesh. Some people are never satisfied.

-The Gneech
Shiver Me Timbers

Sir, Yes Sir!

Major Henessey instructed me to take four crates of baked beans over to the commissary, so I've brought this requisition form. Yes, I understand that I'm normally only supposed to take one box over there a week, but Major Henessey very specifically said four crates.

Yes, I realize that it's irregular, but there's nothing I can do about that, you'll have to take it up with Major Henessey.

Um, I don't want to be insubordinate, but is there any chance we could do this a little faster? If I don't find a snipe and bring it back to the barracks tonight, I'm going to have bed-making duty for a week.


What?

Not Talk Like a Private Day either. Then why did you say—

Fine, fine, nevermind, have it your way. I give up!

-The Gneech