section7mfu | A Little Drabble Do Ya: Hunger Pains

“Illya, what are you eating?”

“Never mind; you are not getting any.”

“What? I’m your partner and I’m starving. You won’t feed me?”

“Napoleon, we are not in a jungle; we are in our office. Go to the Commissary and buy your own sandwich!”

“I’m broke until payday! Feed me, please!”

“No.”

“Illya, are we not members of the same lodge, pages of the same book, eggs of the same carton?”

“I think hunger has made you delirious.”

“Maybe it has.”

“Good grief, Napoleon! Here, take this half and shut up!”

“Bless you, Tovarisch!”

“Less religion and more silence, Solo!”