"Listen up, people!" Potter's voice boomed out at everyone in his office.
"What is it, Colonel? We need to get back soon. The gin's been fermenting for two whole days already!" Hawkeye spit his martini out at B.J.'s comment and the Colonel's glaring.
"We can wait Beej. What were you saying, Colonel?"
"Well, I was about to tell you all that we will be getting a new surgeon while the Major's in the hospital." Colonel Potter's cheeks puffed out as he spoke. He turned to the doctors. "He's regular Army, but try to be nice to him. We're loaded with casualties, and I'm too tired to take any complaints about you two. Comprende?"
"Oh, sure Colonel." was their shared response. "Good."
"What's his name, Colonel?" asked Margaret.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Ehh.," he said, looking at his papers. "A Major Benjamin E. Robinsen." Hawkeye's ears pricked up upon hearing the first name belonging to himself and the new Major.
"Well, well, well."
"Graduated top of his class. Yale. Specializes in Neurosurgery." "He should get here around sixteen hundred hours."
Hawkeye leaned over toward B.J. and whispered, "I hope he's married so I don't have to share any nurses."
"Good luck, Hawk." B.J. said.
"Well, I don't know about that, but I'm looking forward to meeting him." Father Mulcahey told Hawkeye.
"Me too," Radar piped up.
"Maybe he'll be shorter than you, Radar."
"Cut it out."
Potter turned to the only one who had not yet spoken. "Klinger, I forgot you were here! Why aren't you commenting?"
Klinger looked up from what appeared to be deep thought. "I can't decide whether to wear my pink floral ensemble when I greet the Major!"