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This guy, smoking in the Men's Restroom. On my watch. So me and this Command Sergeant right, we're sitting there, and the guy flushes his cigarette, so I'm pissed. He comes out of the stall, all "What's the problem?", one of those guys, so I flick my rod at the [REDACTED], and he starts running. Emmi's no help, she's not even cognizant of the guy aside from his carcinogenic toxins. So's I'm walking about the ship, getting hassled by jarheads, trying to find this one piece of [REDACTED] guy. Then he starts talking on the God damned radio... About Mutiny.
I'm really pissed now, this is just gonna come down on me. I just know it.
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