Scene: Admiral Dweebnar and General ThickDexter are talking via conference call. Dweebnar is in a ridiculously posh office with slick high tech screens outlining tactical and strategic displays behind him, eating and drinking something posh while the General sits in a concrete bunker, obviously worn by combat with a worn battleflag behind him.
ADMIRAL: What is it Thickdexter?
GENERAL: This. Place. Is. Hell.
ADMIRAL: You knew that when we sent you there. It's part of the conditions of your resignation.
GENERAL: I accepted this assignment with certain conditions....
ADMIRAL: I know that.
GENERAL: I've had hardship....
ADMIRAL: (sighs)
GENERAL: The men, the men here, think of the men, how they suffer, we're suffering together
ADMIRAL: I'll - (interrupted)
GENERAL: I know where the bodies are buried. We need that package.
ADMIRAL: (beat) I'll send someone. Our best pilot. Now stop calling me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment