Miss Wickes, if the Prime Minister telephones, do feel free to irritate him with repeated use of the word ‘dinosaur’. And it starts off with a brilliant sally by Lester. Fifty dead prisoners in retaliation for one dead guard could hardly be described as a proportionate response, despite Leek’s views on the matter. Ouch. And a pretty good meow-hiss, there, too. and some choicer suggestions that made even the notoriously foul-mouthed Stringer look amused. *g* A moment later, the thing shimmered like a heat haze and a large head burst through. Oh, lovely description! “The first person to open fire without a direct order’ll be eating my shit for a week. Urk. Gulp. “I’m not convinced it will fit through the doors,” Lester said in an undertone. “Maybe not, but with an arse full of lead I’m willing to bet it’ll give it a good go,” Stringer replied. *snorfle*. And the "expert 30 seconds ago" bit. “Yes, but I venture to suggest I am more likely to hold my nerve than Mr Leek.” And again, Ollie gets no respect. *g* I guarantee I’ll tear your right arm off at the shoulder and stuff it slowly up your arse so that you can scratch your tonsils from the inside. Oh, well phrased! he creature started to prove that its resemblance to cows was indeed quite pronounced. Oh. Joy. I don't envy the clean-up crew! His wife had warned him against this transfer, but as she’d been divorcing him at the time, he hadn’t given much weight to her opinion. *snorfle* The three horns gouged massive chunks out of the white-washed plaster, making a noise like a gigantic fingernail being scraped down a blackboard. *shudders*
*meep* for the bull-fighter scene; that was so rapid-paced!
As an afterthought, Lester straightened his tie, just for good measure. Perfect. Just perfect. So very Lester! Stringer grin widened. “You’ve got bigger bollocks than the fucking monster, sir.” Yep. He does indeed. Stellar piece.
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And it starts off with a brilliant sally by Lester.
Fifty dead prisoners in retaliation for one dead guard could hardly be described as a proportionate response, despite Leek’s views on the matter.
Ouch. And a pretty good meow-hiss, there, too.
and some choicer suggestions that made even the notoriously foul-mouthed Stringer look amused.
*g*
A moment later, the thing shimmered like a heat haze and a large head burst through.
Oh, lovely description!
“The first person to open fire without a direct order’ll be eating my shit for a week.
Urk. Gulp.
“I’m not convinced it will fit through the doors,” Lester said in an undertone.
“Maybe not, but with an arse full of lead I’m willing to bet it’ll give it a good go,” Stringer replied.
*snorfle*. And the "expert 30 seconds ago" bit.
“Yes, but I venture to suggest I am more likely to hold my nerve than Mr Leek.”
And again, Ollie gets no respect. *g*
I guarantee I’ll tear your right arm off at the shoulder and stuff it slowly up your arse so that you can scratch your tonsils from the inside.
Oh, well phrased!
he creature started to prove that its resemblance to cows was indeed quite pronounced.
Oh. Joy. I don't envy the clean-up crew!
His wife had warned him against this transfer, but as she’d been divorcing him at the time, he hadn’t given much weight to her opinion.
*snorfle*
The three horns gouged massive chunks out of the white-washed plaster, making a noise like a gigantic fingernail being scraped down a blackboard.
*shudders*
*meep* for the bull-fighter scene; that was so rapid-paced!
As an afterthought, Lester straightened his tie, just for good measure.
Perfect. Just perfect. So very Lester!
Stringer grin widened. “You’ve got bigger bollocks than the fucking monster, sir.”
Yep. He does indeed.
Stellar piece.