Doctor's Log
August 24, 2004
Not much today for patients, except for Beach Head and Gung Ho of course. A few Greenshirts came in for training injuries. Even though Beach Head is lying on a bed in a hospital gown, full of broken bones, somehow he still managed to intimidate them. He made two of them drop down and give him fifty next to his bed.
I also had to listen to them argue over music for a while before they finally settled on Toby Keith, Johnny Cash, Gretchen Wilson, and George Strait. I swear, if I hear the song "Redneck Woman" ever again I'll scream.
Shipwreck was back again today for checkups. He was threatening to burn the CD. Not wanting conflict between my patients, I confiscated the Gretchen Wilson CD, much to their dismay (and my relief).
After that, they settled down a little bit. They played some kind of battle strategy game. They'd give each other a scenario and the other would have to come up with a solution or strategy. I hate war, okay?. But at least this kept them out of my hair for a while.
Apparently they got bored with this after, I don't know, an hour, hour and a half. So they began to play hangman. You know, the game where you have to guess a letter for the word, and if you miss, another part of the man is hung from the noose. Another violent game, but I kept my mouth shut. However, upon closer examination I realized that the 'hangman' was supposed to be Shipwreck. When the parrot was drawn on the hangman's shoulder, then the game was over. I was forced to confiscate this as well.
They weren't too happy about it. The two of them became so bored that they actually began to sing. I never knew Beach Head actually had a good singing voice. I probably shouldn't mention it to Cover Girl, she really does sing off key. However, their musical 'entertainment' lasted only about fifteen minutes. That was when General Hawk strolled in to roar at them to shut the bloody hell up.
I have to tell you, and I don't care who you are, when General Hawk yells at you, you tremble in fear.
They shut up for a long time.
I have a feeling that tomorrow's going to be a long day.