Slaughter:
[On the phone, impersonating a doctor, a fictitious "Major Clawmute"]
Is that all you'll be needing, Lieutenant?
Lt. Magee:
Ah, as long as I've got you on the phone, there *is* one thing...
Slaughter:
What's the poop, Lieutenant?
Lt. Magee:
There's something on my big toe... It looks like a corn, but it's too small to be a corn.
Slaughter:
Oh, yes, we call those "semi-corns." Hah! Pesky little things, aren't they?
Lt. Magee:
Uh, anything I can do for it?
Slaughter:
I suggest you just soak your feet in sauerkraut juice.
Lt. Magee:
[Baffled]
"Sauerkraut juice"?
Slaughter:
[Grinning impishly]
Morning and night. You get a small tub, and you fill it with sauerkraut juice, and you stand in it.
Lt. Magee:
You *did* say "sauerkraut juice"?
Slaughter:
Room temperature!
Lt. Magee:
Check! Thank you, Major!
Slaughter:
Thank YOU, Lieutenant.
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