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Chapter XI
by General (Uncle Claude) Xxaxx
& General (E.J. Gold) Nunan PFC 1st Class Ret.
The next morning Ja Mere subjected Woo to the customary pre-test teasing. In response Woo responded, “Yes, Ja Mere. You may be right. I am nervous about a few things. For example, I’m not sure how your ego structure will hold up when I return from the jungle exam with a perfect score. I know how sensitive you are to having your face left in the dust by my honorable excellence.”
“Would that be similar to the time you left your face in the soup?” Ja Mere prodded Woo, reminding her of a fateful nose dive into a bowl of soup at the President’s Day Banquet.
Throwing a pillow in Ja Mere’s general direction, Woo used several translatable, but unprintable oaths, and a few untranslatable oaths to remind Ja Mere that is was his xpearimints in psycho-pharmicology of muscle relaxants that caused her brief but long talked about nose dive into a bowl of beet borsht.
Ja Mere deftly avoided the harmless projectile and countered with a level two jibe, “If you’re worried about your future career should you not prove up to snuff tomorrow, remember, I can always use a lab assistant.”
“Thank you for the encouraging words. But, I think as a lab assistant, I’d be your worst nightmare. I’ll be leaving at sun up Saturday and be back Monday. Don’t wait up.”
“If you can find any of those fungi that we put in the punch at last seasons harvest party, maybe you can find room in the collection bottle to bring a few back.”
“Don’t remind me. I still have a hard time not falling on the floor laughing when I recall the chaperons’ purple and pink faces. It took three days for the bio-dye to metabolize. That was a very picturesque evening. I’m just sorry, Ja Mere, that we told the seniors and juniors to not drink the punch. After hazing week I think they deserved a little back for their own.”
“Yeah right, piss off a whole class of seniors just as they are studying for their finals in ballistics and explosives. Not very tactful and certainly not my idea of a good plan.”
“What’s the matter, Ja Mere, afraid to put your escape and evasion techniques to the test?” In spite of the social traditions that require one roommate to tease another prior to comprehensive exams, Woo was too absorbed in what was and what might be happening tomorrow to give the obligatory banter much attention. “A rather lukewarm performance,” Woo thought to herself in she recounted the evening’s dialogue as the two of them drifted off into his and her respective dreamwalks.
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R.S.V.P.
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