"Even if you DON'T fink you'z da worst Coral Boy in da field," Bob growled... "Den you'z still da WORRRST Marine in da crew."
"Oh, YEAHH??!?!!!" Wonderboy shouted back, his indignant voice shrill and unpleasant, "You'z got NUFFING on us!! Why don'tcha PROVE IT, DEN!!"
The attention of the Coral-Boy crowd... turned to the ever-so-handsome Tycondrius.
He gave a wry smile as he averted his gaze downward, "Must you, Wonderboy?"
Bob gestured with his yellow palm, "Whaddya say, Bosun?"
Tycon shrugged lightly as he re-assumed his polite, neutral smile, "Very well."
Flicking his wrist, he activated his spatial ring to summon Wonderboy's records... "Out of fairness, we'll only consider the previous moon's counseling. Now... where shall I begin...?"
Wonderboy stuck his chest out, grinning wide, as if he were certain he'd been on his best behavior.
From whence his confidence came, Tycon had no idea.
