“Bah. Leave him alone. If large manly pictures of Palpatine set off his detonators, more power to him! Personally, I like busty blondes.” Fuse laughed and made fingers guns towards Grumps. “Grumps knows. That one movie! Busty Blondes and Booty Bombs! Gorgeous women creating and detonating explosives. What's not to like!?”
Sarge sank his face into a palm. Before he could say anything, Granny had struck Fuse with a frying pan from the break room counter and sent him to his knees.
“Filthy, filthy!” She said, wiggling an index finger back and forth.
“10-4 Ma’am. Just don’t hit me again with that.” Fuse held his head both hands.
Cast iron flatware hurt worse than a concussion grenade exploding in his face. The explosives specialist got to his feet and took one of the many flasks on his person out from it’s hiding place and unscrewed the top before taking a long swig on the liquor inside.
“Really? It’s not even noon yet, Fuse.” Scrubsey said, pulling out a form from her convenient carrying case. “Fill this out.”
“What for!?” Fuse said dejectedly. He hated paperwork.
“For blowing up the water cooler!” The secretary shot back.
With a sigh the Clone Trooper took another swig of his flask before his eyes lit up.
“Yo, Rampage! I completely forgot. Those grenade modifications you wanted came in from Supply today. They’re down in the lab whenever you’re ready to test them out.” Fuse said with excitement as he walked over to his fellow comrade.
“Wait! No…what modifications?” Sarge said, suddenly interested in this conversation.
Hammer hiccupped nervously at the thought of both Fuse and Rampage being involved in something explosive.
“Please no.” Rooster said, resting his palm on his forehead.
Sarge sank his face into a palm. Before he could say anything, Granny had struck Fuse with a frying pan from the break room counter and sent him to his knees.
“Filthy, filthy!” She said, wiggling an index finger back and forth.
“10-4 Ma’am. Just don’t hit me again with that.” Fuse held his head both hands.
Cast iron flatware hurt worse than a concussion grenade exploding in his face. The explosives specialist got to his feet and took one of the many flasks on his person out from it’s hiding place and unscrewed the top before taking a long swig on the liquor inside.
“Really? It’s not even noon yet, Fuse.” Scrubsey said, pulling out a form from her convenient carrying case. “Fill this out.”
“What for!?” Fuse said dejectedly. He hated paperwork.
“For blowing up the water cooler!” The secretary shot back.
With a sigh the Clone Trooper took another swig of his flask before his eyes lit up.
“Yo, Rampage! I completely forgot. Those grenade modifications you wanted came in from Supply today. They’re down in the lab whenever you’re ready to test them out.” Fuse said with excitement as he walked over to his fellow comrade.
“Wait! No…what modifications?” Sarge said, suddenly interested in this conversation.
Hammer hiccupped nervously at the thought of both Fuse and Rampage being involved in something explosive.
“Please no.” Rooster said, resting his palm on his forehead.
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