Chickenboy
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ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake *******HQ, Heron Detachment, Nauru Island, January 26, 1942******* Digger: <reclining shirtless on a beach chair> Lt., isn't it about time for the mail boat? Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: <also reclining on a beach chair, eyes closed> Good point. <thinking aloud> Every odd month on the 25th. Hmmm...what's the date? Digger: 26th, I believe, Lt. Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: God damnit! We draw duty on this stinking piece of rock and they can't even get the mail boat here on time once every two months. <resumes his previous torpid state...then after about 20 seconds he sits bolt upright> THE RUM RATION! Digger: Yes sir, we are almost out. Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: BUGGER! Raise Rabaul on the shortwave, NOW! Digger: No can do, sir. The batteries are shot, been that way since the first week of December. Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: MADRE DE DIOS! Well get what's his name to make some more of the cocconut shell batteries. Do I have to think of everything around here? <he takes a sip of his rum and coke and immediately spits it out, peeling off his eyepatches. Evidnetly, a blue-footed boobie has scored a direct hit from 100ft.> GODDMANED FLYING RATS... Just curious, Cap: When Lt. Avery's daughter gets married, will she drop the Guano?
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