Frank glares as he swipes the creamed corn from his eyes. "I'll have you know I am a Major!"
"Really, Frank? I never noticed."
"Just you wait, Pierce. Potter can't ignore me now. Court-martial for insubordination!"
BJ looks up. "On what grounds, Frank?"
"On the grounds that throwing a corn-filled surgical glove in a higher-ranking officer's face is disrespectful, a waste of rations, highly unmilitary, and -- and degeneratable!" He turns away, fuming.
"Oscar Wilde put it best," Hawkeye mutters, watching as Frank storms away, "'Some cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go.'"
BJ snorts into his martini.