Chapter Nine – Left Hanging.
Stan woke from his night's sleep. As he walked into the staff mess room, he took a seat, to find Kermit glaring daggers at him.
“What’s wrong?” Stan asked suddenly, insecure.
“Your f*****g snoring is what is wrong! f**k bro, it is loud!” Kermit shook his head.
“It is not my fault, I don’t even know I am doing it, you do know you are moaning about a medical condition that I cannot cure.” Stan shrugged.
“I have a cure, choak the f**k out of you!” Woof grumbled as he walked into the mess, pouring himself a cup of strong black coffee.
“Stan, we love you, bro, but seriously, I am going to wear ear defenders on a night.” Tank yawned.
“Do you want a coffee Tank?” Woof asked.
“Yeah, best put four spoons of the stuff in my cup.” Tank said, then stared poin
