One Day At the Barracks

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(16:29:55) Cirvin: so yea..

(16:30:12) Kyle Morrison: Yeeeeaaahhhh...

(16:30:22) Cirvin: uhhuhh

(16:30:24) Kyle Morrison: ::Cough::

(16:30:28) Cirvin: ahem

(16:30:36) Kyle Morrison: ::Shuffles papers::

(16:30:48) Cirvin: yep

(16:31:00) Kyle Morrison: Umhm.

(16:31:03) Cirvin: *twiddles thumbs*

(16:31:44) Kyle Morrison: ::Open and closes the same drawer a few times. It squeaks.::

(16:32:15) Cirvin: *looks around room and admires odd trinket on far file cabinet*

(16:32:26) Kyle Morrison: Well...

(16:32:35) Cirvin: you called me in sir?

(16:32:56) Kyle Morrison: Oh...uh...did I?

(16:33:12) Cirvin: yes sir, corpral called

(16:33:49) Kyle Morrison: Oh. Well, um...Robinson, was it? ::Squints at his nametag.::

(16:34:09) Cirvin: yes sir

(16:34:28) Kyle Morrison: Right, well then, Roberts. Uh...what rank are you?

(16:34:49) Cirvin: 2nd leutenant sir

(16:35:42) Kyle Morrison: Ah, yes. Well...I uh...::Looks at his papers, then back up:: ...Roberts, right?

(16:35:50) Cirvin: Robinson

(16:36:33) Cirvin: uhh sir.

(16:36:34) Kyle Morrison: Of course! ::Laughs:: Robinson. Well, I was wondering if you... ::Back at the papers, back up:: ...completed the TPS reports on your unit?

(16:36:53) Cirvin: yes sir, though if this is about the coversheet...

(16:37:52) Kyle Morrison: Coversheet? Oh! No, no, no. Roberts, the cover was fine, just....

(16:37:57) Kyle Morrison: You used the wrong font.

(16:38:11) Kyle Morrison: The General is breathing fire down my neck.

(16:38:11) Cirvin: *ack* sir?

(16:38:24) Cirvin: i used the default on my terminal

(16:38:25) Cirvin: sir

(16:39:20) Kyle Morrison: ::Stands up, arms behind back, walks around the room while talking:: You know, Rodgers, we must maintain order in the army. We can't have loose fonts and such. Consistency!

(16:39:35) Cirvin: but sir!

(16:40:01) Cirvin: It was a public terminal! how was i to know the default was wrong!

(16:40:10) Kyle Morrison: You should have double-checked.

(16:40:22) Cirvin: *low volice* why do they even have other fonts on them anyway...

(16:40:51) Kyle Morrison: Everything must be gone over with a fine tooth comb. ::Ignoring his comments.:: Do you know what would happen if we all used our own personal choice of fonts, son?

(16:41:27) Cirvin: Anarcy sir?

(16:41:48) Kyle Morrison: We'd look silly! With Wingdings over here and Verdanas there...how could Gerry take us seriously then?

(16:42:14) Cirvin: I..I don't know sir.

(16:42:37) Kyle Morrison: He wouldn't! We'd be the laughingstock of the alliance!

(16:43:27) Kyle Morrison: Even the French can keep their fonts uniform.

(16:43:41) Cirvin: *insulted look on face*

(16:43:57) Kyle Morrison: Exactly my feelings.

(16:44:20) Cirvin: It won't happen again sir.

(16:44:22) Kyle Morrison: Leftenant, do you understand what I'm saying?

(16:44:31) Cirvin: *stands and salutes*

(16:44:32) Kyle Morrison: ::Finally looks at him::

(16:44:35) Kyle Morrison: Good!

(16:44:56) Kyle Morrison: Get that to me, retyped, at 0800 tomorrow.

(16:45:20) Cirvin: Yes sir!

(16:45:35) Cirvin: permission to speak freely sir?

(16:45:53) Kyle Morrison: Granted.

(16:46:35) Cirvin: i belive you have my stapler *points to red swingline on desk*

(16:46:59) Kyle Morrison: ::Looks at the stapler, back at the leftenant:: Nonsense. My wife gave that to me.

(16:47:20) Cirvin: Sir, you took it off my desk as i was looking

(16:48:08) Kyle Morrison: What?

(16:48:21) Cirvin: last monday

(16:48:38) Cirvin: i was typing the report and you told me to move my desk and you took my stapler

(16:49:02) Kyle Morrison: ....No I didn't. Permission to speak freely revoked.

(16:49:16) Cirvin: *defeated look on face*

(16:49:21) Kyle Morrison: Ha.

(16:49:25) Kyle Morrison: I mean....uh...

(16:49:31) Kyle Morrison: Dismissed, Roberts.

(16:49:45) Cirvin: *salutes* sir.

(16:49:49) Cirvin: *leaves*

(16:50:20) Kyle Morrison: ::Sits down, picks up the stapler:: You're safe, my preciouss...

1/3/06