“I still can’t get over my failure,” McGregor was saying for the umpteenth time.
“Private! Private!”
Somewhere in the vast midst of the Atlantic Ocean, Eve Apples and Xena Hammerhead stood on the flight…
“Uhum?” griped the tall dwarf. “That’s all you have to say? We drove around town all morning, were made…
As always when shining his five stars, General Private General was thinking, If only they could see me…