She seemed a bit disappointed when I told her that it was only going to be a prank.“But sir, I can get a real gun,” she said, “They don’t know it, but I have two. And I don’t like the Master Gunnery Sergeant.” The gleam in her eyes reminded me that she has been seeing a psychiatrist. I pretended not to notice. “Can I at least hit him?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “We just want to scare him.”
While the Master Gunnery Sergeant and I are inside the office, you start a commotion outside the door. I’ll have one of the sergeants try to stop you. He’ll shout. Then we’ll need something to make a loud blast—perhaps a firecracker. Kick the door, and then burst inside waving the gun at him.
Game day:
The Master Gunnery Sergeants sprung to alert when he heard the commotion outside. Then the door flung open, followed by a short wild-haired woman wielding a pistol. I jumped from my chair, just in case I needed to intercept him from challenging her.
“You knew this day was coming Master Gunnery Sergeant!” she screamed, “You ruined my life!”
She then swung in my direction.
“No, no!” I yelled—pointing at the master gunnery sergeant, “Shoot him first!”
The look on his face was priceless.
6 comments:
I think I would have peed my pants.
I know I would have peed my pants. Too funny, just a joke still I hope.
Too funny. So what was the MGS's response to the joke?
LOL see i knew you were special!
hey gene, this is rick, are you still in the corps?
the mind transcribes your vision left in military...where i feel it's mandatory 2 seek your rescue..protect da forces which leads you 2 safe haven...imagine
u a hero.
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