/me walks slowly down the line of cadets, eventually reaching Sergeant Jamski.
/me sniffs.
If you're going to smoke those, Sergeant, wear a space-suit. I have no desire to damage my lungs any further by breathing in your smoke.
/me sniffs.
If you're going to smoke those, Sergeant, wear a space-suit. I have no desire to damage my lungs any further by breathing in your smoke.
Any base that is under my jurisdiction would make Martial Law seem like a vacation.
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