The Arts of Warfare aren't just about the fights. It's also about everyone that participates in them, including what they do every day outside of combat. What happens when the Panzerkraft girls are let loose in their everyday lives? Very interesting things. What about if the Jägermeistern guys are included as well? Get ready for a lot of tomfoolery. Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.
Somewhere aboard the Zuikaku, Erich and Miho were having another large dinner with their friends. Most notable at the moment were the monstrous-size servings that Erich had for himself. They were even larger than Hana's were at the moment, and hers were already quite large by most people's standards.
Miho was looking at the sight of her boyfriend still devouring the impossibly large servings as if they were nothing. Such a sight was not at all unusual for her, having known him for at least a decade now, which is why she had a relatively normal smile at the sight.
"You know, I never understood why you have such a huge appetite, Bubi," she commented as she looked on. "You have any idea?"
Erich looked up from his meal to answer, "Not a clue." He was already finished with at least half of it.
"Oh, that reminds me!" Anton began as he stopped eating for a moment. He then raised a finger to begin. "There was this one time at a restaurant…"
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And so Anton began to tell everyone a short tale from some time earlier.
He and the other boys were all out eating at a restaurant. All were currently looking through the menus as they sat at a booth together. There were some appetizers at the table already for them to get started on.
Soon enough, a waitress came by. "So are you all ready to order?" she kindly asked the five of them.
"Yeah," Anton answered as he looked up from his menu. "I'll take one of the smorgasbords with a Coke."
"Certainl-" the waitress began, but she stopped with some widened eyes at seeing Erich sitting at the table as well. She soon recovered and wrote down the order in her little book. "Um… Excuse me for a moment, but I need to inform one of the chefs of something that just came up," she spoke up with a bit of an anxious smile as she backed away from the table.
Some of the others were looking at her walk off with haste in a bit of confusion. "Well, I wonder what that was about," Anton remarked. He then turned to Erich, who wasn't paying a lick of attention to the waitress like the others. Instead, he had started downing a liter glass of beer in one big gulp. "Well damn, Bubi. You had enough beer yet?" Anton said to him with some incredulity on his face.
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At the kitchen, the waitress that had come to the Messer table was speaking with one of the chefs.
"I swear I'm not messing with you!" she began with a somewhat panicked look. "He's really here!" She emphasized her statement by pointing out to the restaurant area itself, specifically towards the Messer table.
The chef looked a bit skeptic, and so he went to one of the walls and pulled out a clipboard from a small cubby of sorts. Said clipboard had a picture of Erich on it along with a height measurement at the top of his head plus some notes below. He was apparently 168 cm tall, or 5 feet 6 inches, as the dashes seemed to indicate. Also noted about him was that he was a stereotypical German in appearance. In other words, that he had blonde hair and blue eyes. Other notes were his slightly shorter height compared to the average plus his distinctive clothing, which included his jacket and sniper scope. The entire sheet was labeled with a 'Special Attention Required' moniker at the top.
The chef looked from the sheet over to where the waitress was pointing a few times before he grew a similar panicked look as he started sweating. "There's no mistaking it…" he observed as he started to shake ever so slightly. "That's him!" He then looked to the waitress. "Give me some help with wheeling the food out when it's done!"
"Yes!" she nodded affirmative.
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Later, the Messer table was waiting around for their food to come to them. At this time, Erich had finished off all the initial appetizers handed to the group along with his liter glass of beer.
After some time, Anton spotted a food cart being rolled in their direction by a chef and the waitress that had served them all. "Oh, boy," he observed as he rolled his eyes. "Looks like Bubi's food is here."
The food cart was loaded up entirely with food. There was no more room to fit anything else. Most noticeable was that there was one of every item on the menu aboard the cart. Along with the food cart, the waitress also had another liter glass of beer on one of those plates used to deliver food.
"Please let us off with just this!" the chef begged as he dropped down to his knees. The waitress behind had a similar begging look to her, but she was still standing up. "There's no charge to this! Please, I've got an elderly mother and young children at home!"
"Hey, hey," Erich tried to get the chef's attention. "It's fine, I can pay for it."
As they all watched the scene, all four of the guys put a hand to their faces and sighed.
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"And that's what happened," Anton ended the tale in the present.
"So it was a matter of life or death, huh…?" Miho began with an awkward smile.
"Looks like it was," Erich nonchalantly commented as he ate the rest of his food. "But their food was delicious, I have to admit. And they actually had some good Bier, too."
The other girls there besides Miho were by now looking at Erich with a look of sheer incredulity upon hearing the tale.
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Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.
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