“Line it up, people! Glorious Corps’ got better things to do than wait on your sorry asses.” Gunnery-Sergeant Apone took a second to re-align the set of his cap. “Seize the day! What you waiting on, Hudson? An engraved invitation? Musta got lost in the mail.”
“With his mail-order nuts.”
“And your mail-order looks, Drake.” Vasquez tightened the knot on her bandana, stepping into line next to the other gunner. “Seize your fuckin’ day.”
“Font of inspiration,” Hudson mumbled. “Gonna seize the day and throw it between you two.”
Vasquez grinned, punching Drake’s shoulder. “And we’ll shoot it to pieces.”
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Seize...something, Aliens, Apone, Vasquez
Date: 2011-10-10 11:04 am (UTC)“Line it up, people! Glorious Corps’ got better things to do than wait on your sorry asses.” Gunnery-Sergeant Apone took a second to re-align the set of his cap. “Seize the day! What you waiting on, Hudson? An engraved invitation? Musta got lost in the mail.”
“With his mail-order nuts.”
“And your mail-order looks, Drake.” Vasquez tightened the knot on her bandana, stepping into line next to the other gunner. “Seize your fuckin’ day.”
“Font of inspiration,” Hudson mumbled. “Gonna seize the day and throw it between you two.”
Vasquez grinned, punching Drake’s shoulder. “And we’ll shoot it to pieces.”