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[swampman4077]

Hawkeye stumbles out the door of the officers' club, glass in hand, and staggers toward the Swamp. He opens the door and falls onto what he thinks is his bed, not even realizing this isn't his tent.

[[Hawkeye Pierce from the book/movie/TV show M*A*S*H]]

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[typist] OHMYGOD HAWKEYE. LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE*SMEXESHIMUP* [/typist]

*toddles up to Hawkeye and smiles, sitting on the good doctor's stomach*

[swampman4077]

[typist: curious george. that is AMAZING!]

Hawkeye sees the monkey on his stomach and groans, letting his head fall back down.

"Trapper, give the monkey back to whoever you got it from."

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[Thank you. ^_^ I can never seem to get deep and interesting characters, so I go for the WTF factor.]

George lets out a little apeish chortle, before the light happens to glint off Hawkeye's dog tags. He coos softly before walking up to stand on his chest, picking up the tags and turning them over in his hands.

[swampman4077]

"TRAPPER!"

Hawkeye feebly waves his hands in an attempt to get the monkey off of him.

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George, however, is not so easily dissuaded. He chirps happily, hopping up and down Hawkeye's chest and swatting his hands in return. He quite enjoys this game, whatever contorted form of patty-cake he's perceiving it as.

[swampman4077]

Feeling the little hands patting his own, Hawkeye shouts for his friend once more. "GET! IT! OFF! OF! ME!!!"

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George cackles, a squeaky raspy sound that's reminiscent of far too many old jungle movies. He jumps up and down on Hawkeye's chest, still joyously batting at his hands.