General Afanasjevic had delicate hands, small head and triangular, large and square shoulders, and a uniform gray packed decorations and medals and insignia and obscure abbreviations known only to those of the general staff that turned around and took orders from him.
I waved white chair to sit on the desk before him, then began to speak, having had a quick look at the internal report, hot off the press, which had given him under the nose:
"So she Does this mean that what seems like an illness was actually caused? "
If there was a merit in this man was coming straight to the point: intelligence refined, perspicacious mind sharp, never dull in thought.
"Yes, sir. The environmental toxicology report is clear." As a member of civil
was not necessary for addressing me with too much deference to the military, but I could not help but be awed by this man.
"And do you think you suggest?". This
then! I suggest something to the great general Afanasjevic, Chief of Staff of Gonorra!
"We should summon its ambassador and ask for an explanation."
A light in his dark eyes seemed to light up, while a smile appeared on his face.
"I've done."
"Well, sir, and what did he say?".
"Not much, except beg for mercy."
"Pity? Why? What happened to him? "
" This land has a very low pain sensitivity
...". He opened a desk drawer and pulled out the severed head of the ambassador of the Earth.
"I suppose that the Earth is not the take very well. "
I thought we had that crazy again stuck in a war to satisfy his sadistic militarist. And I was happy.
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