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“It broke?”
“It broke.”
“What does that mean, it broke?”
“It means it broke. It used to be fine, and then it broke.”
“How did it break?”
“What am I, a fortune teller? It just broke.”
“It didn’t just break, you did something to it.”
“I didn’t do anything! It just broke.”
“The ground doesn't just break, Heimler. What did you do to it?”
“I didn’t do anything to it, I swear.”
“Then what happened?”
“I told you, it broke! Stop trying to make this my fault!”
“Stop doing things you’re at fault for!”
“I told you that I didn’t do anything, it just broke!”
“Fine. Whatever. How broken is it?”
“On a scale of one to ten?”
“Sure, fine.”
“Uhh… Six point nine?”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, you’re the one insisting we use some arbitrary scale!”
“Dammit Heimler. Is it salvageable?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, I’m calling in the salvage team, they’ll pick it up.”
“It’s in a hole.”
“It’s fine, they have winches.”
“No, it’s a really big hole.”
“How big?”
“On a scale of one to ten?”
“I hate you so much.”
Corporal Gregor Heimler nudged his Hunchback closer to the edge of the sinkhole and peered down at the shattered chassis of the Atlas nearly a hundred feet below. Once more he thumbed his comms, this time opening a channel to his lance instead of command. “So uhh… I guess the ground really was pretty unstable, huh?”
The Atlas pilot, Sergeant Linda Frederick, responded. “You think?"
"So... Probably shouldn't have carved my name into the ground with lasers, then."
"Once the medics set this bone I'm going to break your nose with my cast."
Edited by LoPanShui, 12 July 2013 - 12:38 PM.
