Stellvia Concourse -afterwards-
"Well, well, well! What have we here?" Sergeant Tom "Don't call me Tommie" Dobbs [USMC, forcibly retired, Dammit] caroled out at the distinctly familiar build under the Apollo-era spacesuit. Long practice allowed her to place the pins, markings, and patches, as well as the seven freshly-stenciled black hats on the sleeve. "We got a goddamn Squid gracing us with her presence, ladies! And this one knows her ass from a teakettle from the hash marks!"
Tom reached into a cooler and tossed a Barq's Root Beer at the new catgirl as the other Sammies at the table looked on in confusion. "Pull up a chair, Skipper, and welcome to the pride!"
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
"Well, well, well! What have we here?" Sergeant Tom "Don't call me Tommie" Dobbs [USMC, forcibly retired, Dammit] caroled out at the distinctly familiar build under the Apollo-era spacesuit. Long practice allowed her to place the pins, markings, and patches, as well as the seven freshly-stenciled black hats on the sleeve. "We got a goddamn Squid gracing us with her presence, ladies! And this one knows her ass from a teakettle from the hash marks!"
Tom reached into a cooler and tossed a Barq's Root Beer at the new catgirl as the other Sammies at the table looked on in confusion. "Pull up a chair, Skipper, and welcome to the pride!"
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll