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[maj_ferretface]

Frank Burns sits at the bar with a pen and a legal pad. He scribbles furiously, bent low over the pad of paper with his tongue between his teeth. From time to time, he looks up, shooting sneaky, suspicious looks at the patrons around him.

The comparison to a small predatory rodent has never been so apt.

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[mitanarchist]

One patron is sitting nearby, flipping through a book.

He doesn't look threatening.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank eyes this particular "unthreatening" patron for a moment, and then he returns to taking furious notes. Skritch skritch skritch goes Frank's pen.

[mitanarchist]

"Havin' fun?" This is said without Collins looking up.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank's pen jerks into a startled line. His eyes dart toward the man, and after a moment, he returns to writing. "This isn't fun," he says briskly. "This is business."

[angela_edmunds]

Angela looks over.

Ah, a fellow writer?

She grins and waves.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank eyes her.

With great suspicion.

He looks over both shoulders to be sure that she is waving at him.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela just giggles like the seventeen-year old girl she is.

(Well, actually, she's sixteen, but we won't tell!)

"Hi! Are you a writer too?"

[maj_ferretface]

"Certainly not," says Frank decisively. "This," he stabs his pen at the legal pad, "is a report." He imbues the word with grand meaning and respect.

[lt_naraht]

And the Gods of Narrative looked down upon the ferret-faced major and decreed that his mind must snap.

It is thus that we, the audience, now see a certain silicon-based lifeform heading by. The good major may note a certain resemblance to one of Corporal Klinger's costumes.

[maj_ferretface]

Oh, Frank sees it alright.

"Corporal Klinger--" he snaps, but then he stops.

"Klinger?"

[lt_naraht]

Naraht is pulled up short. He hasn't seen the rather amusing corporal in a while. In fact, he doesn't see him right now either.

After a moment of "looking" he turns toward the Major. "I don't see him around here. Perhaps you were mistaken."

[maj_ferretface]

"...This isn't funny, Klinger."

Despite his not-so-brave squeak, Frank pulls his feet up onto the stool, staring wide-eyed.