Bit bloody miserable that, though: isn't it, our kid?
Which isn't like us. We're as happy as the bloody day is long.
Yes, but this bloody Day isn't bloody long. Five foot bloody four in my bloody
socks, I thank you. That is short.
That is usefully short.
How Pluckrose always put it"This is my friend and colleague, Sergeant Day,
Alfred F. And, before you mention, he is not a stunted little bastard, he is
usefully short. Couldn't fit him in the turret otherwise, could we?"
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