by kylie_koyote » 09 Nov 2017, 19:34
One brisk autumn day at 666 Squadron’s home base in Rawlham, Doc Lorton entered the mess followed by a no-nonsense nurse who carried a clip-board.
“Right-o chaps,” the doctor announced with rather forced cheer. “It’s that time of year again. Everyone’s due for his physical, isn’t that right, Nurse Hawkins?”
The nurse nodded wordlessly, her eyes on her clip-board, while all the officers groaned in unison.
“Now then,” continued the doctor, rubbing his hands together with what could only be called sadistic glee. “Who’s first?”
"For goodness sake stop that Yankee drawl, or you'll have us all doing it before you've finished."
"OK baby - sorry - I mean, righto."
"That's better."