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[thetankisalie]

Hey, so, Sergeant Grif.

Turns out our armor has a recording function.

I checked it out the day I got here, but all of the stuff recorded on there's been deleted- or at least, all of it until today. Looks like one of them suddenly works again.

I bet you want to hear it, right? But I could never ask you to walk all the way over to my room, that would

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[semper_fi_bitch]

What--What the shit is this?!

SIMMONS, TURN THAT OFF!

[thetankisalie]

But sir! How would you and everyone else hear it if I did that!

[semper_fi_bitch]

I think I've heard enough! Turn it off!

[thetankisalie]

Yeah, it's not very long, is it? Guess I should start looping it. I wouldn't want you to miss a word!

[semper_fi_bitch]

Simmons, turn it off! That's an order! That means you have to!

[thetankisalie]

Yeeeeeah, Grif, as much as I enjoy following orders... There's no goddamn army here! There are a lot of asses I'll kiss for no reason, but yours isn't one of them.

Alright, there's no way in hell you've learned your lesson, but it's getting boring now, so... *turns it off*