"What the hell kind of ditch is this? Why does it differ so much from the map! Did you guys not measure before starting work, or did drinking too much horse piss last night make every one of you lose your eyesight?'
This is dereliction of duty!
You motherfuckers are all going to be brought before a military tribunal!"
While Murphy and Happy Stick were discussing military affairs in the sky, down at the defensive line, "Samoyed Syria", wearing a Stonemason Association architect's uniform, was holding a Spiritual Energy-enhanced measuring rod, spitting venom at the two supervisors beside him.
He cursed like an angry lion:
"I don't blame the Gnolls for not understanding the design plans because they have no brains; they can't comprehend these lines and figures. But do you also lack brains? Can't you understand them either? I'm giving you three hours to fill this ditch back in and re-dig it!
