Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-3990150-20140914193801/@comment-7637833-20140920214245

"Whatever," Ripperton scoffed, cutting the connection short. He grunted and held his injured chest, where a lot bandages were seen.

"O-orders, s-sir?" came the private's question.

"Keep that jackwagon in that room until I figure out what to do with him. And DON'T let him out, or I'll kick you where the sun don't shine," Ripperton said with a glare.