Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26593284-20150820214414/@comment-25908355-20150824172952

(Well, let's not forget about Homeworld.)

-At Military Outpost 02-

Hematite: I have told you already.. And I will tell you again! I am in no need of a military advisor! I have proven many times that I am more than capable of comanding the search brigade by myself!

Zinc (Hematite's advisor): Yes, sir. You are indeed, a great general. Yet new laws passed by the Diamonds have declared that each military commander is obligated to hold at least 1 advisor.

Hematite: Well, that's stupid! It's like giving an olympic swimmer a life-jacket!

Zinc: Indeed, sir. But I am in no position to change the law, and neither are you.

Hematite: Fine.. Let's get this over with.

Zinc: Before anything.. I should say. I have hand-picked the most well-trained and disciplined advisor possible-

Hematite: Get on with it.

Zinc: And before that.. I should also say. He does have a very minor case of... How do I put this.. Serious mental illness.

Hematite:... You are kidding right? Homeworld pours half the budget into the military, AND THE BEST THEY HAVE FOR AN ADVISOR IS A LUNATIC?!

Zinc: Sir, please. He's not that bad, I swear. He just.. Needs to take medication every now and then.

Hematite sighs, before he rubs his eyes.

Hematite: Take me to him.

Zinc: R-right now?!

Hematite: Yes. When else?

Zinc: I was expecting to give him a heads-up! You know, to get prepared?

Hematite: I don't want to see him on his best behaviour. I want to see his normal self. And that is best achieved without a heads-up.

Zinc: Well.. Sir-

Hematite: Zinc. That is an order.

Zinc sighs.

Zinc: Yes sir. Follow me.