Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170113003748/@comment-35609040-20170210172349

A few of the captured French heads turned as a striped green Kommandeurwagen grumbled its way into their proximity. The passenger door opened, and out stepped a German soldier clad in the typical camouflaged pionier garb. As he closesd the door, a typewriter was thrusted out the open window, and another hand ushered him over to take it. He sighed, and he and the hands had a brief argument.

"No, Hans, I don't need the verdamt-"

"But it is yours, obersoffizier!"

"No, Hans.  I am a soldier of the Reich, not some sort of officer clerk.  Keep your silly machine."

"It is your silly machine, oberoffizier!"

The Sturmpionier submitted, and took the typewriter in his hands, smiled acidically in gratitude, then forcefully threw it back inside the car. The driver took this cue to abandon the scene, as his once-passenger called out for a Grenadier Müller.