Laigle illustrates his point by nudging Joly's shoulder a little more firmly into the mattress. Staying put. "I'b a, an officer in the Udited Federatiod of Bladets, and you are a civiliad. I will go on the away missiod."
Oh, hell.
With a fair amount of coughing and snorfling and groaning, Bossuet gets to his feet, and putters around for a few minutes, giving the beetle another bowl of fiddlehead ferns and collecting another box of paper tissues before coming back with the remote. Which he hands to Joly.
"...I'b promotig you to sciedce officer. You do the...just...bake it so."
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Date: 9 Apr 2015 12:27 (UTC)Laigle illustrates his point by nudging Joly's shoulder a little more firmly into the mattress. Staying put. "I'b a, an officer in the Udited Federatiod of Bladets, and you are a civiliad. I will go on the away missiod."
Oh, hell.
With a fair amount of coughing and snorfling and groaning, Bossuet gets to his feet, and putters around for a few minutes, giving the beetle another bowl of fiddlehead ferns and collecting another box of paper tissues before coming back with the remote. Which he hands to Joly.
"...I'b promotig you to sciedce officer. You do the...just...bake it so."