Capitaine Conan
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:49:00
And there's a smell upstairs...
grilled pig.

:49:10
What's the game here?
:49:12
I turn my back and you get
Fart-Face all riled!

:49:15
You've got the brains of a slug!
:49:18
Shut your trap, Grenais!
:49:20
Fighting among yourselves?
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Confined to guarters, sir.
We're bored!

:49:25
Bored?
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In a nice girl's school'
with God watching over you?

:49:30
It may be nice...
:49:31
Save your breath...
Pack your gear. On the double!

:49:38
And pilfering the kitchen!
:49:41
Why not? But cooking it
under the principal's nose?

:49:45
- Pork's no good raw.
- Don't get smart!

:49:48
I wanted the window fixed and
a side of pork by noon tomorrow.

:49:51
Jump to it!
:49:53
Faster! I'm running late!
:49:54
You, shut up!
:49:59
Parade in the yard in one minute!
:50:04
Company, halt!
:50:07
Punitive drill, Sergeant!
:50:10
Punitive drill, sir. For rowdiness.
:50:12
Fine, fine.
:50:17
Regulation weight?
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15 Ibs., sir. I even added
sand for good measure.

:50:22
15 Ibs.!
:50:23
Very well.
:50:25
Good drilling, gentlemen.
:50:31
It's really cold.
:50:43
Company, halt!
:50:48
Midnight leave! Dump packs!
:50:50
The morons who started the brawl
can stand guard.


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