"Damn old bastard! Water ghost! Drowned rat! Hurry up and die!! Quickly meet your end at the hands of the Empire's tea fiends!!"
The vile curse exuded a sense of a sore loser, and if one savored it carefully, there was a hint of childishness. If the one speaking wasn't the fort commander, an army admiral, then the army, military police, and Oklana officers present might have laughed out loud on the spot. But since the barker was a big shot they couldn't afford to offend, they could only tense their faces and endure the awful process of their facial muscles convulsing from twitching to cramping.
