liebgott escapes malarkey's cooking
Malarkey: This shit hot or what?
Liebgott: I don’t wanna die in the back of this damn truck is what.
Toye: C’mon, he’s stepping on my legs.
Liebgott: Jesus! Lemme outta here.
Lipton: Light! Light discipline. Guarnere, close that flap.
[and then Liebgott went to find Webster]
...Fic prompt much