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<SNIP>
"It seems you two have just volunteered for two weeks of Latrine
cleaning duty under Miss Katrina Swete in your off hours, and your
first task is to clean the briefing rooms bathroom!!!" Ordered the
six foot, one inch hamster glaring at that them and then pointing
towards the briefing room.
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"Ah. Sir." said Amber, remembering what she'd heard when her ear had
got stuck to the door, "we're both needed to escort Jay in the
tanker, a la Mad Max."
"Ok, do that, but your on bog duty immediately afterwards!"
"Certainly sir." said Dean and Amber.
As whitewolf turned to go, Dean grabbed a handful of feathers and
stuck them on a patch of tar. Right on WW's arse. "Well, do we take
orders from poultry?" said Dean to Amber, smiling.
Chris - short but I've got things to do...