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My commander, a proud, good looking military officer with a tough, take charge attitude, firm gaze and strong jaw line, is also a friend and someone I look up to and respect. He speaks for the both of us when he calls the Doctor mad, and demands that we be released immediately. But the Doctor and his assistants ignore his loud protests; they are already gloating over us. The assistants taunt; they tease, and they delight over our inevitable surrender. My commander continues to be belligerent, and dominant, and orders them to let us go, and so, of course, he is chosen to be first. |
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