[He rubs both hands over his face, sighing heavily, and jogs a little to catch up. He doesn't much like this guy, but he likes the idea of being alone in wherever-this-is even less.]
Far as I can see it, there's three options. Either I'm dreaming, in which case there aren't nearly enough scantily-clad blondes, or I slept through the armistice, which might be pretty plausible given the thirty-hour shift, but if what you're saying is true, then I've aged fantastically. Or I'm a shoo-in for a Section Eight, which would only be helpful if I hadn't invented the war that I got drafted into and needed a Section Eight to get out of.
This is way too complicated for a humble meatball surgeon. We oughtta get Sidney in on this. He could write a whole monograph on me.
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[He rubs both hands over his face, sighing heavily, and jogs a little to catch up. He doesn't much like this guy, but he likes the idea of being alone in wherever-this-is even less.]
Far as I can see it, there's three options. Either I'm dreaming, in which case there aren't nearly enough scantily-clad blondes, or I slept through the armistice, which might be pretty plausible given the thirty-hour shift, but if what you're saying is true, then I've aged fantastically. Or I'm a shoo-in for a Section Eight, which would only be helpful if I hadn't invented the war that I got drafted into and needed a Section Eight to get out of.
This is way too complicated for a humble meatball surgeon. We oughtta get Sidney in on this. He could write a whole monograph on me.