[guess who is sitting in that very plush chair, her high heels up on the oak desk, signing something into law. After all....in her world, she's Der Fuerher she won't tell how, of course.
So why not write into law a military edict informing all the men they will now be wearing tight leather pants? It worked wonders for her world!]Hmmm hmmm hmmmmm
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....w-who are you?
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[smirk]
You shouldn't slouch to your superior, you know.
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*doing a damn good job at not blushing from the look she's giving him*
Let me guess. You're...some other version of Mustang. Who...uh...just happens to be a gi--er, lady...
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General...?
Sorry. In my world I never got that far.
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Let me guess, your Mustang isn't Furher either, is he. Or she.
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...it's a he. And no, he's not. I'm guessing you are...?
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