[1] [This is not Hawkeye's idea of a good time. His mouth's full of sand, his eyes are full of saltwater, and his head's full of ache. Far as he can tell, the only good thing is that he wasn't conscious for any of the drowning part, because god knows he doesn't need that childhood memory resurfacing.]
[I mean, what childhood memory? He has no trauma. He has no problems. Everything is fine.]
[He groans loudly, eyes still closed against the sting of salt as he struggles to pull himself onto all fours.] Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?
[2] [Hawkeye's pretty easy to find in all this. He's the one arguing, increasingly loudly, with the poor bastard who tried to give him a pamplet.]
Because it's anatomically impossible, that's why! How would that even work? The...
...look, no, the muscles are in the wrong place! Don't you tell me how anatomy works, buddy, I've spent my whole life up to the elbows in it!
Hawkeye Pierce | M*A*S*H | OTA
[This is not Hawkeye's idea of a good time. His mouth's full of sand, his eyes are full of saltwater, and his head's full of ache. Far as he can tell, the only good thing is that he wasn't conscious for any of the drowning part, because god knows he doesn't need that childhood memory resurfacing.]
[I mean, what childhood memory? He has no trauma. He has no problems. Everything is fine.]
[He groans loudly, eyes still closed against the sting of salt as he struggles to pull himself onto all fours.] Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?
[2]
[Hawkeye's pretty easy to find in all this. He's the one arguing, increasingly loudly, with the poor bastard who tried to give him a pamplet.]
Because it's anatomically impossible, that's why! How would that even work? The...
...look, no, the muscles are in the wrong place! Don't you tell me how anatomy works, buddy, I've spent my whole life up to the elbows in it!