Cap Mandrake
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Joined: 11/15/2002 From: Southern California Status: offline
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*******Bridge of Edward Luckenbach, 260 nm SE of Lunga, 07:50, Feb. 1, 1942****** Lupe, the Fillipino cook (or is it Philippine cook, or The Philippines cook, oh Hell it doesn't matter): Captain, here is your coffee sir. Cpt. Cuckold: Ah, splendid, thank you Lupe. A fine morning isn't it? Lupe, the Fillipino cook (or is it Philippine cook, or The Philippines cook, oh Hell it doesn't matter): Yes, sir. <pauses> Sir, there is something a number of us has been wondering about. Cpt. Cuckold: Yes, Lupe, what is it? Lupe, the Fillipino cook (or is it Philippine cook, or The Philippines cook, oh Hell it doesn't matter): Well sir, do you remember how you told us we were ordered here on a mission clandestino to refuel and rearm the submarines? Cpt. Cuckold: Yes, that is right. Lupe, the Fillipino cook (or is it Philippine cook, or The Philippines cook, oh Hell it doesn't matter): Well sir. How come we don't have any torpedoes or fuel hoses? Cpt. Cuckold: <pauses..an odd expression of disquieting revelation comes over his face> Hmmmm...Lupe, I must admit that is quite the incisive question...<the discussion is interrupted by an excited shout> Lookout: Many enemy planes our starboard bow!
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