Lunch with the Marines

 "Damn stupid marines, declaring martial law on my day off." Taylor slumped down in his favorite corner booth, trying to stay out of the view of anyone, especially as a few hungry marines had scuttled in. The Earl of Sandwich had went lifeless abyss, to a slighty more populated hole.  Mainly he thought they were coming in for Agatha, who had been spending the afternoon, pretending to be a cheerful hostess. Taylor didn't have to work because in the three years he had been their he had froze every unbought sandwich aka every sandwich ever made.  The Marines were use to crappy food, had immediately declared the freezer burned hoagies a masterpiece, of course most of them thought Agatha made them too.  He should have been happy, maybe this quarter he wouldn't have to call his friend Zilch, and have him doctor up the reports, but people were making Agatha happy, and Taylor felt that he was the only one who should regulate her feelings.  It wasn't fair
she hardly even pay attention to her when he got nasty with hoer, but now she was giggling like a schoolgirl, just because guys in uniform were shooting bad lines at her.
 
 He didn't know why he didn't go back to his apartment, excpet maybe he didn't want another wedgie, so he apted to stay and sul.
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