MM>"CECIL!!!", light returns to the gimlet eye of the RSM, his
MM>knuckles taking a new grip on his swagger-stick.

MM>"Do Ewe think Ewe could kill an aggressive, hairy, unwashed, seven
MM>foot high, rabid terrorist .... with your bare hands!?"

MM>"Oooooh...", ecstasises Cecil under the frosty gaze.

MM>"E-ven-tual-ly !"

The way I heared it, the Drill Sergeant commanded, "Count OFF!"

"one, TWO, THREE . . ."

With fire in his eye, he turned to the flanker, "YOU!"

"me, drill sergeant?"

"YEAH, YOU.  ARE YOU ONE?"

"yeah.  are you one, too?" :-)
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