"Amazing," Hawkeye breaks in, sarcasm draping over his tone, "That after hours of commanding a bunch of kids into life-threatening situations, ordering slaughter on civilians, and torturing countless prisoners, you still have the energy to tell me, in great length, that I am out of uniform."
The General searches Hawkeye's eyes. Challenging, he answers, "I don't know the meaning of fatigue."
"Funny." BJ steps in, aware of Hawkeye's swiftly fading tolerance. "Hawk doesn't know the meaning of fatigues."
Hawkeye opens his mouth to retort, words at the ready.
Quickly, BJ drags his fellow surgeon away, avoidance his choice of strategy.