Krauss's babbling was pitiable and infantile. Ocelot always cringed at seeing a man reduced to a child-like state of helplessness, and the conniving Kraut was no exception.
Ocelot wasn't sure what the Lord's Prayer had to do with exploding greenhouses, but then, Krauss hadn't seemed particularly stable upon his arrival.
He sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Groznyj Grad made no fucking sense. None at all.
Now the Fury was tenderly cradling the Nazi he'd single-mindedly pursued with a rabid bloodlust for months before.
Now, apparently, everything was ok.
"Are you sure we're not all just playing army in the day room of a mental hospital?" he snorted, incredulous.
A collective delusion of soviet grandeur among nightgowned madmen.
Ocelot smirked at the mental tableau.
It seemed more probable than anything he'd witnessed here in Tselinoyarsk.
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Date: 2007-01-26 06:44 pm (UTC)Ocelot wasn't sure what the Lord's Prayer had to do with exploding greenhouses, but then, Krauss hadn't seemed particularly stable upon his arrival.
He sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Groznyj Grad made no fucking sense. None at all.
Now the Fury was tenderly cradling the Nazi he'd single-mindedly pursued with a rabid bloodlust for months before.
Now, apparently, everything was ok.
"Are you sure we're not all just playing army in the day room of a mental hospital?" he snorted, incredulous.
A collective delusion of soviet grandeur among nightgowned madmen.
Ocelot smirked at the mental tableau.
It seemed more probable than anything he'd witnessed here in Tselinoyarsk.