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!!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/03/12(Thu)23:55 No.18970301>>18970292
>Sorry. FIELD TOO LONG MY FUCKING ASS
“Can’t we just keep using the old one?” I asked. I will NOT become known by something Cooper thought up.
“Mills, Cooper is the one who suggested it,” Arbor said. “Do you really want to do anything he wants?”
“Sir, I’m right here.”
Mills ignores Cooper. “I just think we need a new one for as long as we’re babysitting the sparkles here. It doesn’t have to be permanent.”
“I suggest ‘Icemen,’ sir,” Cooper says.
“NO. Any other ideas?”
“How about ‘Icarus’?” Arbor suggests. I raise my eyebrows. I never took him for someone who read Greek myth.
“Won’t work,” I say. “He died, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Would ‘Cheshire’ work? You know, the cat from Alice in Wonderland?” I asked Mills.
Mills shakes his head.
“Nah. Too long, too British, and I have no clue how to spell it. What do you all think about ‘Raven’?”
“Sounds okay.”
“Why that?” I ask.
Mills gives his shit eating grin. “Because Quoth the Aliums, Nevermore.”
“That is a horrible pun. I love it,” Arbor says.
“I’m good with it,” I say.
“Then ‘Raven’ it is. The ayes have it,” Mills proclaimed.
“But I never said-“
“Shut up Cooper,” The other three of us say.
Cooper worked his jaw for a second, no sound coming out. He then closed it, stood right up, and walked out the door. My grin stretched from ear to ear.
“So, who’s going to tell the control tower?” Arbor asked. Mills gets up and stretches.
“As your commanding officer, I’ll do it. Don’t do anything moronic while I’m gone.” |
