There I was, minding my own business, when I am rousted out by his lordship waving his stick and telling me it's time to get some "bally work done".
So.
Here I am, miles above god only cares where. It's foggy and I am cold. I left my bloody coat in bloody Marakesh. As it transpires, I was actually doing some field work, and had been staking this particular place out for some time. But no. All gone up in smoke. Oh well.
Time for a cuppa.
Digger.
And what exactly were you staking out? I am not sure it actually constitutes field work! Now get your bloody arse in gear I have a job for us to be getting on with. Now stop whining and get those weapons clean and And redy for use. Just incase. I have been told that the airways above nz are mow kraken free accord ding to the royal dirigible corps nz branch however we can never be too sure who or what we will need to avoid.
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