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Characters: Polly, Maladict Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.
When Their Guard is Down
There was a sheet of paper inexpertly tacked to a wall in Plotz. Sergeant
Perks was glaring at it. Corporal Maladict was collapsed against the
same wall, laughing hysterically. "It's not funny, corporal!" The
vampire giggled."Oh, but it is... It is!" "It's
the goddamn mascot uniforms all over again! It's worse!" The offending
flyer featured a woman in a military uniform — or rather, in half
of a military uniform — complete with a flaming cheese badge on her shako.
Her legs were bare and she was posing theatrically in high-heeled shoes. The words
Monstrous Regiment? Monstrous Abomination! were scrawled across the place
where, Polly felt, any sensible female soldier would have worn an extra pair of
socks. "I think we should sneak into Solvania and plaster them
all over everything!" Maladict suggested. "What???
Why???" "Well, I mean, think about it," Maladict said,
getting her breath back, "Think about it: When they're laughing, their guard
is down," she giggled again, "and when their guard is down..." "You can kick ‘em in the fracas..." Polly started to smile, and not in a friendly way... "You know," she said, "I think you may be right..." |