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[vorgesetzter]

I woke up this morning and saw the most beautiful sun rise in a very long time.

God, I love my job. [ he got just a little nostalgic here, so he sounds a little sad but he's actually ridiculously happy. ] New recruitment are coming in by the handful. Some buttery asses these kids have. Don't worry you pansies, I'll fix that up in a matter of

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[tonguejob]

I'd feel sorry for the idiots under you but they probably deserve it.

[vorgesetzter]

You can feel sorry for the stupid bastards than end up crossing them.

[tonguejob]

Now why would I feel sorry for anyone crossing the military~?

[vorgesetzter]

Heheh, not even a lick of empathy, huh?

[tonguejob]

Now where's the point in that?

[vorgesetzter]

Hahahah... I like you. You should join my army.

[tonguejob]

After your little post? I'd have to be a masochist.

Besides, an artist can't get far by swinging a gun around.

[vorgesetzter]

Haha... HAHAHAHAHA. You think guns are all we got?

Hey, if you've got what it takes you shouldn't worry! We like diversity, and you've got an attitude I could get used to. Besides, the money you'll make working for the army? You're bound to find fame and fortune in whatever you do.

[tonguejob]

Don't tell me you've got something more interesting. That's not a fair thing to dangle in front of a lil' old student.

You're interesting, for a military type. Thought the whole operation was thugs with more muscles than brains. That's what I get for stereotyping, hmm.

No real artist wants fame, they just want to share their work. But only an idiot isn't at least a little interested in fortune.