Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160410212129

((Oh, alright.))

"Oh, but drill sergeants are some of the most creative people I know! There was this one time.."

"Zip it and start rowin' ye punk!" Alf interrupted Lyle, who then proceeded to start rowing the boat away from the island.

"So anyway.. as I was saying.." Lyle tried to resume his story. "I once heard of this Order division member.. a Drill Sergeant that had a cadet so poorly disciplined that one day, after a certain screw-up, the Sergeant told him to stay where he was and not move. He came back half an hour later with a potted tree. When the cadet asked why he was to hold this tree, he was told that 'when people ask you why you're holding this tree, you can tell them it's to replace the air wasted on you.' Even if they're stuffy and unlikeable.. you have to admit that Drill Sergeants have some cleverness to them." As Lyle rowed away from the island, he did catch a certain figure in his eye.. it was a form dressed in some dark color, hidden in the bushes. Other than that, Lyle couldn't discern anything further.. and thus, thought nothing of it.