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"So, New Guy and, er Robot Looking Chap! Welcome to HMFLS! Do we have an assignment for you!"
Robot Looking Chap, sensing an opportunity, chooses to interpret the declamation as a question.
"Yes sir, you certainly do have an assignment for me. Us. I, err, we, have been fully briefed, as you'll note in your notes. There, in the margin. We accept this mission, glowing with your confidence in us. Now sir, if you'll simply sign this requisition for a pair of llamas, we'll go get fitted for our fedoras."
"Mission? Mission? Oh... err, of course. So, when will you be departing?"
"As soon as I, umm, we, finish packing the queen's luggage. We'll send you dispatches from Barbados. DISMISSED!"
Lt. Biggles, startled, stands at attention, salutes, and promptly defenestrates himself.
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