My woes let me show you them
30 March 2010 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timbaSo, remember how I said that FIII was getting jacked around? In order to explain it, I have decided to create for you
September
FIII: Sub Shop! My time to leave you is near.
SHOP: *tear*
FIII: Do not cry, sweet DirSup. For reasons that escape me I find myself drawn to you and your 80% optempo.I shall submit a form to stay with you, lo, until my contract ends. I shall extend my time, and it shall be bliss.
FORM: Do me.
FIII, SHOP: ...
FORM: *is done*
FIII: And now, my sweet, let us go off and do that thing that we do *deploys*
FORM: *runs off to join the circus*
SHOP: *is oblivious*
FIII: Under da sea!
February
FIII: Darling, it's better, down where it's wetter....
BIG NAVY: Arr, it be about that time. PREPARE FER PERSONNEL SHIFT!
PAPERWORKS: *are collated*
FORM: *gets it's bearded lady on*
BIG NAVY: Ar? Petty Officer FIII! Blast ye! Why have ye not asked fer orders?
FIII: Up on the shore they work all day!
BIG NAVY: Ahoy thar SHOP! Do ye have a PO FIII about?
SHOP: Oh, um, have we? It does SOUND AWFULLY familiar.
BIG NAVY: ...
SHOP: Well, you know, this is all TERRIBLY confusing....
BIG NAVY: Arr. Very well! ON YER HEAD BE IT.
March
FIII: We devotin' full time to floatin'
BIG NAVY: Tada!
FIII: Under da- Wait. What?
ORDERS: *suck*
FIII: Now just a moment! My form!
FORM: Oh! Cotton candy!
BIG NAVY: Form, ye say? Arr, there be no form.
FIII: Well, I. You know, I am DEPLOYED at the moment. I can't really get to my filing cabinet. Surely there is something you can do?
BIG NAVY: Aye, perhaps.
FIII: Thank you, that is so-
NEW ORDERS: *are sandier*
FIII: MY GOOD SIR!
BIG NAVY: Matey, these be the only two orders in the whole of the sea-niverse.
FIII: ... SHOP?
SHOP: Oh, hello.
FIII: I seem to have come down with a case of the orders?
SHOP: Oh, no matter! We've decided we'd like you to stay!
FIII: Eh?
SHOP: Yes. We know that you're due to come back next week or something, but, you see, we've made a bit of a mistake, and there's no one to replace you! So, cheerio! Do send us a post card when you get back!
ORDERS, NEW ORDERS: Oi! What are we? Chopped liver?
FIII: I hate you all.
As do I!
NEW ETA: Summer? and then? who the hell knows. He MAY get the orders to Meade, may get the ones to the Sandbox. May in fact not go anywhere after the shop holds him ransom.
Go Navy?
September
FIII: Sub Shop! My time to leave you is near.
SHOP: *tear*
FIII: Do not cry, sweet DirSup. For reasons that escape me I find myself drawn to you and your 80% optempo.I shall submit a form to stay with you, lo, until my contract ends. I shall extend my time, and it shall be bliss.
FORM: Do me.
FIII, SHOP: ...
FORM: *is done*
FIII: And now, my sweet, let us go off and do that thing that we do *deploys*
FORM: *runs off to join the circus*
SHOP: *is oblivious*
FIII: Under da sea!
February
FIII: Darling, it's better, down where it's wetter....
BIG NAVY: Arr, it be about that time. PREPARE FER PERSONNEL SHIFT!
PAPERWORKS: *are collated*
FORM: *gets it's bearded lady on*
BIG NAVY: Ar? Petty Officer FIII! Blast ye! Why have ye not asked fer orders?
FIII: Up on the shore they work all day!
BIG NAVY: Ahoy thar SHOP! Do ye have a PO FIII about?
SHOP: Oh, um, have we? It does SOUND AWFULLY familiar.
BIG NAVY: ...
SHOP: Well, you know, this is all TERRIBLY confusing....
BIG NAVY: Arr. Very well! ON YER HEAD BE IT.
March
FIII: We devotin' full time to floatin'
BIG NAVY: Tada!
FIII: Under da- Wait. What?
ORDERS: *suck*
FIII: Now just a moment! My form!
FORM: Oh! Cotton candy!
BIG NAVY: Form, ye say? Arr, there be no form.
FIII: Well, I. You know, I am DEPLOYED at the moment. I can't really get to my filing cabinet. Surely there is something you can do?
BIG NAVY: Aye, perhaps.
FIII: Thank you, that is so-
NEW ORDERS: *are sandier*
FIII: MY GOOD SIR!
BIG NAVY: Matey, these be the only two orders in the whole of the sea-niverse.
FIII: ... SHOP?
SHOP: Oh, hello.
FIII: I seem to have come down with a case of the orders?
SHOP: Oh, no matter! We've decided we'd like you to stay!
FIII: Eh?
SHOP: Yes. We know that you're due to come back next week or something, but, you see, we've made a bit of a mistake, and there's no one to replace you! So, cheerio! Do send us a post card when you get back!
ORDERS, NEW ORDERS: Oi! What are we? Chopped liver?
FIII: I hate you all.
As do I!
NEW ETA: Summer? and then? who the hell knows. He MAY get the orders to Meade, may get the ones to the Sandbox. May in fact not go anywhere after the shop holds him ransom.
Go Navy?
