"I've got more than enough trained beef. What I need is someone small and sneaky, who looks like a paper-pusher but can kick ass like a motherfucking mule," says Fury. Then he turns to Phil. "What do you say? Ready for that 10k run?"
"Y'sir," Phil slurs. It'll kill him, but he will by god die with his boots on.
Fury laughs, the bastard. "There is no run. Relax, you qualify. We just wanted to see who could drag themselves to their feet after one last kick in the teeth."
"Oh," Phil says, and recruits his voice for one last effort. "Fuck you, sir."
Then he passes out, but Fury catches him on the way down.
*laughing like a loon* Oh yes, this! Especially Phil's last line. And I bet he's one of the few to get away with that.
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Date: 2014-08-01 02:30 pm (UTC)"Y'sir," Phil slurs. It'll kill him, but he will by god die with his boots on.
Fury laughs, the bastard. "There is no run. Relax, you qualify. We just wanted to see who could drag themselves to their feet after one last kick in the teeth."
"Oh," Phil says, and recruits his voice for one last effort. "Fuck you, sir."
Then he passes out, but Fury catches him on the way down.
*laughing like a loon* Oh yes, this! Especially Phil's last line. And I bet he's one of the few to get away with that.