No one seemed to have an expression to suit the occasion. Irinarhov's igneous face looked positively disgruntled, as if there was absolutely nothing in the Stoic Russian's Manual of Responses™ to cover this particular contingency.
Andrei stared, like everyone else.
"I see you bagged yourself a wild physicist," he drawled, finally. "Nice job, Lieutenant. I hear they're unbelievably wily." He paused. "Too bad this poor iguana got caught in the crossfire."
He nudged the gavial's corpse with the side of his jackboot.
Dead, dead, dead.
"Shame," he said, slowly. "She's a big old grandma, this one. Baba Yaga."
He examined the big, carapactic head, running his hand over the raised ridges and scales, and knelt down to look at the jawline, where the huge serrated teeth interlocked in graceful misalignment.
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Date: 2006-11-27 05:01 am (UTC)Andrei stared, like everyone else.
"I see you bagged yourself a wild physicist," he drawled, finally. "Nice job, Lieutenant. I hear they're unbelievably wily." He paused. "Too bad this poor iguana got caught in the crossfire."
He nudged the gavial's corpse with the side of his jackboot.
Dead, dead, dead.
"Shame," he said, slowly. "She's a big old grandma, this one. Baba Yaga."
He examined the big, carapactic head, running his hand over the raised ridges and scales, and knelt down to look at the jawline, where the huge serrated teeth interlocked in graceful misalignment.
Then his eyes widened.
"Mother with a dick! Is that Sergei's pant leg?"