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Made Up Words Don't Mean Nothin'
"It doesn't matter what you think, Luz."
"It does so matter, Gene! You can't make up words and expect them to be accepted just like that, you know!"
"I can so. I just did didn't I?"
"...No. I refuse to believe in it, especially applied to you."
"What's that supposed to mean? Are you sayin' I'm not? That it doesn't apply to me?"
"Exactly!"
"...You know, it makes my heart hurt to see you so jealous of me, Luz. I thought you were better than that."
Amid the smothered snickers of the men around him, George Luz ran his fingers through his hair and gave Doc Roe - usually a quite, agreeable man - an agitated look. Said man just smiled faintly back at him, swaying slightly in time to the motion of the truck transporting them to their next battle. He cast desperate eyes around him, looking for an officer or an NCO who could knock some sense into the suddenly rebellious medic.
"Lip," he called out suddenly. The man in question looked away from the rolling country to gaze at him with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, Luz?" George could've sworn there was amusement sparkling in those dark eyes of Lipton's. He pressed on nonetheless.
"Tell me...is badassery a word, and if it is, use it in a sentence."
"Too bad College Boy ain't here or he could do it for you!" Liebgott said slyly, smirking the whole time. Luz gave him the middle finger and ignored him. Lipton smiled slightly.
"Sure it is, Luz." At George's incredulous expression, he laughed and said like a schoolboy in English class, "George Luz's greatness couldn't compare to Doc Roe's sheer badassery. There I used it in a sentence."
The incredulous look turned into one of extreme annoyance.
"Assholes," he muttered.
The howls of laughter that followed told him the men had given up the fight to contain their laughter.
-End-
