Mini Drama: Sturmabteilung 5
Schiff: What a pack of pitiable goons! For their proper errand, merely a lick and a promise; And for unpaid pizzas, hundreds of licks and hundreds of smacks! Too sad.
Cooper: In fact they're not so craving for pizzas as they apparently appear, most just reluctant to run such errand indeed, so their hunger(genuine or feigned)serves as the best subterfuge.
Others also unwound themselves into a gabfest in regard to the mob's farcefest: "Where would these gofers go?"
"Will their hauptman let them off when they go back empty-handed?"
"Oh, no. Some busy fingers have recorded quite a lot, even the least active also more or less scraped some shots. After all, muddling through inevitable inspection is everything."
"What? Inspection? Whose inspection?"
"Their big brothers, namely, watchdogs."
"What? Watchdog? Hauptman Mutt Gaets?"
"No, far more than just one watchdog, there are quite some within Reps. Their watchdogs are more harsh than schoolmarms, more insidious than deep states, more~~~"
"Eh, where's their hauptman Mutt Gaets? Gonna reorganize the rally to launch a new storm or just~~~"
"He?! Shucks! He turned tail faster than his squadron."
"Sad!"
"Oh, he was said to seek journalists~~~"
"Seek journalists? This help him much?~~~"
"Ha Ha! Tons of his pep-talk outweighed by petty ounce of pizza------a perfect proliferator for giggling cheeks."
"How does he train his men? Imposing harsh exercises and laborious stints while skimping basic pays and even necessary foods?"
Copyright © Amarantus Lauriere | Year Posted 2019
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