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[[Dexter thinks to himself as he comes up to a short haired' lady in a black top at table 8]]
Dexter (thinking): That was painful. I hope this one's easier.
Dexter: Um... Hi... I-I'm Dexter, and... I, um... er...

DI (growling): Listen, maggot. I'm an army drill sergeant, and if you expect a second date with me, you need to grow a _BACKBONE_! Is that clear, civilian!
Dexter (sweating nervously): Y-yes, sir!

DI (Shouting): WHAT DID YOU CALL ME? DID YOU CALL ME "SIR"? I'M A _SERGEANT_, MISTER, _NOT_ AN OFFICER. I _WORK_ FOR A LIVING! NOW DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY!
Dexter: AYE AYE!

DI (shouting): NOW COMPLIMENT ME ON MY OUTFIT!
Dexter (Off the bottom of the panel): Nice combat boots, sir!
DI (Still shouting): _WHAT_ DID YOU CALL ME?!?