hannah tilted her head confusedly. "Wait, but I already signed on and am here to serve by my own volition, how does. How was I drafted."
her commander scratched her head. "What? No, like, we're moving you and Throngler EX to our new draft brewery, we're short on funds and need our one high-output machine to power the place."
"Oh." she blinked. "Uh, by the way, is anyone else feeling that wind? Didn't realize the walls here were so thin."
"You're all confined to barracks until I see at least 50% more gay yearning and the the editing around here improves," barked Sergeant Placeholder Name,