OOM: MASH 4077
Jun. 2nd, 2006 | 09:20 pm
Klinger had to hand it to that Lieutenant Naraht. In terms of craziness, that man knew what he was doing. Dressing up as a rock, claiming to be a silicon-based life form from the future. It was perfect. Genius, even. And Corporal Klinger hadn't forgotten. No sirree.
It had taken him days. Days of covert smuggling of materials and mysterious packages and hiding in his tent when off duty, but it was done. Finally done.
"Holy Toledo, this is going to be great," Klinger mutters as he picks up the grey bundle and heads towards the door of the tent. "Toledo! Home! Here I come!"
It had taken him days. Days of covert smuggling of materials and mysterious packages and hiding in his tent when off duty, but it was done. Finally done.
"Holy Toledo, this is going to be great," Klinger mutters as he picks up the grey bundle and heads towards the door of the tent. "Toledo! Home! Here I come!"