Scene: Tank Crew in the Northern Wastes is on routine patrol.
Sgt Cotter: Nothing on radar sir, but I'm still convinced Grindface has some kind of jamming tech.
Gunny: That's bullshit.
Commander Ogone: Better to assume they do.
Ltn Lyons: Like we assume your girlfriend is real?
Commander Ogone: You'll get to meet her, I promise.
Gunny: You better.
Sgt Cotter: I dunno, I kind of like the rumors that the Commander has his own personal harem out here.
Gunny: Do I look like a harem girl?
Ltn Lyons: No accounting for taste.
Commander Ogone: Can we not talk about my sex life while on patrol in the middle of the wastes, thanks? I don't ask what you do on leave.
Gunny: You don't wanna know.
Ltn Lyons: He would if he knew what I do on leave.
(Commander Ogone sighs, his crew laughs.)
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