"Hey guys," Max said, "Our boss, and kind payer of the bills
we can't begin to cover, is coming for a surprise inspection.
Yeah yeah, how's it a surprise if I know? Well if I
don't know the surprise inspection is coming then I'm no longer
the boss of you grunts. Nim is his name and he wants to see
how we are holding out. I've also been informed that he has
a real surprise for us, well not us specifically but the companies
and squads in general. So anyway since this is a surprise
inspection you've got six minutes to get your drek together and
look like a cohesive unit."
A voice told Max, "You're so cruel Maxwell. Getting
their hopes up that they have time to look good."
"You know me too well Nim." Max said.
A muscular seven-foot tall African man with flaming red
[just the colour] hair kept short with four stripes cut out and
large [real] black symbolic tattoos sweeping across his body
appeared. He was wearing black denim pants, sandals, and an
orange y-front shirt [think shirt under your fine shirt].
Around his neck were two thick braided gold chains. He
looked intensely familiar. Rad answered the question on
everyone's tongue. "You're the guy from the garage that
came to pick up the Sam-schems. Scared the drek out of R.C."
R.C. gave Rad a dirty look. Nim raised his hands and
said, "Guilty as charged. Some inspections are too secret
for Max. I haven't canned him for any lapses yet. So,
you dirty knicker licking people fall into line. <Max
gesticulated madly until everyone fell
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