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| | Starship paratroopers (15th Dec 22 at 3:26am UTC)
Starship paratroopers |   | "Company attention, stand upright!" He growled! I'm career sergeant Zimu, commander of your company. When you talk to me, salute first and say'sir '-salute all the instructors with whips and call them'sir'. He is now holding a huge cane and waving it in the air to show what he is talking about. When I first got here last night, I noticed someone holding them and thought I was going to get one. Now, I have changed my mind. We don't have enough officers here to teach you. So, we train you. Who's sniffing? No answer- "Who is sniffing?" "Me." Answered a voice. 'Me 'What? "I sniffed." "I sniffed," Sir, '! ". I sniffed, sir. I'm cold, sir. "Oh!" Zimu walked up to the sniffer, waved his big cane an inch under his nose, and asked, "Name?" "Jikins.." "Sir." "Jikins." Zimu repeated as if the word was disgusting, even a dirty word. I think you will suck your nose because of runny nose when you patrol at night in the future, won't you? "I hope not,endless pool factory, sir." I don't want to. But you feel cold. Uh We have to do something. He touched it with a stick. "See the armory over there?" When I looked over there, I could see nothing but the prairie, but almost at the end of the sky there was a lonely building. Leave the team. Run back and forth. I'm talking about running. Hurry up! Bruschi! Time him. "Yes, Sergeant." One of the five or six men with canes left the queue and ran to Jiggins, catching up with him easily and giving him a few blows on the buttocks with the pointer. Zimu turned to us again, and we were still trembling at attention. He walked all the way through,outdoor endless pool, staring at us one by one, with an unhappy face. At last he stood in front of us, shaking his head as if he were talking to himself, but his voice was loud enough for us to hear, "Why does this shit always fall on me?" He looked at us. You ape-men-no, not ape-men, you are not so superior. You sick, defective monkeys.. A group of refugee in a pen with collapsed chest and saggy bellies. Never in my life have I seen such a disgraceful mother's little baby-you, you! Tuck in your belly! Keep your head up! I'm talking to you! I hunched up, even though I wasn't sure if he was talking about me. He kept talking and talking, and listening to his growl, I slowly forgot the goose bumps all over my body. There was not a single repetition in this mass of words, Chinese spa manufacturer ,hot tub wholesale, nor any profanity or obscenity. (I found out later that he only used them on very special occasions.). This one tonight doesn't count.) But he described our shortcomings, physical, intellectual, moral, and genetic, in such detail as to be insulting. But, somehow, I didn't feel insulted. I began to take a keen interest in his choice of words. If only he could join my debate group. Finally, he stopped, as if he were about to cry. I can't stand it. He said in pain, "I have to stretch my muscles and vent for a while.". When I was six years old, that set of toy wooden soldiers was better than you. Fine! Do any of you jungle lice think you can break me? Are there any men among you? Talk The whole scene was silent. I didn't say anything. I have no doubt that he will defeat me in turn. I firmly believe that. I heard a voice at the far end of the queue, at the tall end. I think I can.. "Sir." Zimu looked happy. OK! Come out and let me see you. The recruit stood out. He looked scary. He was three inches taller than Sergeant Zimu, and his shoulders were wider than his. Your name, soldier. "Breckinridge, sir — I weigh two hundred and ten pounds, and I'm anything but saggy." "How do you want to compete with me?" "Sir, you can choose how you want to die.".
I'm not easy to deal with. Okay, there are no rules. Start when you're ready. Zimu threw his cane aside. The contest began-and then ended. The big recruit sat on the ground, holding his left wrist in his right hand and saying nothing. Zimu bent over him. A fracture? "Maybe." "Sir." I'm sorry. You're going too fast. You know where the infirmary is? Never mind-Jones! Take Breckinridge to the infirmary. As they were about to leave, Zimu patted him on the right shoulder and said softly, "Let's try it again in a month or so. I'll show you the trick I used today." I think this should be said in private, but they were standing less than six feet from me, who was freezing to death. Zimu came back and said, "Well, there's at least one with seeds in this company. I feel better.". Is there another one? Let's have two. Two of you toads come out and compete with me. Is there? He watched us back and forth several times. Cowards, backless fellows — oh, oh! Is it? Stand up. The two men standing side by side in the queue came out together. I guess they had talked about it in a low voice just now, but they were standing far away at the tall end, and I didn't hear them. Zimu smiled at them. Names, including that of your compatriot. "Heinrich." "What?" "Heinrich, sir." He said quickly to another recruit, adding respectfully, "He doesn't speak a lot of standard English, sir." "Call Meyer, sir." The second man added. Nothing. A lot of people can't say a few words when they first arrive here, and neither can I. Tell Meyer not to worry,endless swim spa, he'll catch up. Does he know what we're going to do? “jawohl①。” Meyer responded. Certainly, sir. He understands standard English, but he can't speak it well. 。 monalisa.com | |
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