All for one, what can I say …
"You wanted to see us, Captain?"
"Yes. I'm extremely glad you could make it. So, I only have one question: What did I tell you about brawling with the Red Guard?"
"Let me think. You said: 'Next time it comes to my attention that my men got into a fight with the Red Guard they will stick in horse dung up to their necks for at least a week.' These were your exact words, Sir."
"And which part of this sentence didn't you understand, for god's sake?"
"We didn't start the brawl, Sir. We were deliberately provoked. We had to defend the honor of one of our one."
"Ah, rubbish, Aramis! What did they say, eh? Did they call you a womanizer who can't keep his hands off any human being wearing a skirt?"
"No, Sir."
"Or did they accuse you of cheating at cards, Porthos?"
"No, they didn't, Sir."
"Maybe they called you a drunkard, Athos?"
"None of this, Sir."
"Ah, than it must have been you, d'Artagnan. Did they say you're still wet behind the ears?"
"They didn't, Captain."
"SO WHAT THE HELL DID THEY SAY THAT LED TO A TAVERN BRAWL FOUR OF MY BEST MEN TOOK PART IN?"
"They didn't say anything, they … threw daggers."
"They did WHAT?"
"They threw daggers, Sir."
"At what? Your heads?"
"No, at a target."
"A target? What kind of target? Damn, Athos, this is like getting blood out of a stone!"
"It was a portrait, Sir."
"OF WHOM?"
"Well, it was a portrait of … you, Captain."
"Mm. I see. … So, did you hurt them badly?"
"Two broken noses at least."
"Some knocked out teeth."
"One broken jaw, I'd say."
"A few black eyes, couple of bruises …"
„Good. That would be clarified then."
"Yes, Sir."
"You can go."
"Thank you, Sir."
"And … take the rest of the day off."