dear_mun | voice test; canon: m*a*s*h

voice test; canon: mas*h

Madam,

I submit to what several of my good, General friends hope will be your careful consideration my papers of immediate leave from your service.

Following them, I submit my avid contempt.

Following that, I submit a notice of complaint regarding the abhorrent quality of first grade caviar transportation to active military encampments.

Following everything but an early grave, I submit today's enemy contribution to armed combat, as served in our mess halls. You will recognize it as the green portion of eggs in the vicinity of the relatively harmless pink one.

With questionable esteem, and trusting this begins and ends our collaboration on the appropriately civilized note,

Major Charles Emerson Winchester III

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Unfortunately, Muns like to stubbornly ignore any authority we refer them to. If my mun had any respect for it, then she would know better than to touch the future King of the Britons.

You are speaking to an American soldier, Miss. I'm constitutionally obliged to join in any questioning of monarchic authority.

America...? I recall no such lands within Father's kingdom or outside of it.

My poor girl, do not blame yourself. I have heard the... public school system is a disgrace.

First off, don't call me a girl. Second off, I was schooled only by the best of teachers. None of them mentioned an "America".

I'm not sure these people really care much about military ranks...

Neither am I particularly sure that her feelings matter. We must all contend with a degree of uncertainty in our daily lives.

You have no idea...

General friends? Aw, come on, now, Charles, you're gonna have to be more specific than that.

I would prepare a list of my elevated acquaintances for your perusal, Hunnicutt, but I'm still waiting on certification that the U.S. army can afford the loss of so much paper.

[exaggerated gasp] Did you just make a crack about the Army? Hey, now, watch it, Hot Lips might be listening.

[MUCH mocking of the Boston accent. SO MUCH.]

And I must protest to these abhorrent surroundings. I simply cannot find anywhere to put my marble pedestal upon which I can better look down my nose at the lowly peons among whom I find myself trapped.

Edited (I can HTML really...) 2012-12-22 04:13 (UTC)

There is no need for a physical divide, where natural superiority will carry me, Pierce. The Winchesters have a pure bloodline, a history, a pride, and a well stocked inventory of personal and collective accomplishments.

You have... gin.

[He snorts] Pride? You've got enough pride to paint the whole world green with envy. Or red with annoyance [he shrugs] Either way it's all very colorful.

[He shoots the Major the eyeroll to end all eyerolls] Please, Chaaahles, you say that as if the Pierces have nothing to give to the world. Our bloodline may be mostly ocean water at this point but that doesn't mean there haven't been a few notable Pierces along the way. Though certainly none who would stand up to the Winchester caliber. [He waggles his eyebrows. Caliber? Get it? Hyuk hyuk]

Furthermore I have more than the elixir of life. [sssssip] I've still got all my hair, after all.