"He's positively voyeuristicish!" Frank cried, pointing a finger in the general direction of Hawkeye.
He glanced towards Trapper. "I"m not sure that was a compliment."
"I'm not sure that was coherent."
"Coherence is not in Frank's vocabulary." Hawkeye titled his head up, staring at the swinging form that was Frank, hanging from the ceiling by his feet in the middle of the Mess Tent.
"Not much is." They turned, heading back to the Swamp, discussing the creation of a new hole in the shower tent for nurse-ogling.
Frank panicked. "Hey -- hey, guys, you can't just leave me here!" Pause. "Guys!"