“Asshole!” Ridoc shouts, and I pivot to see him plow his fist into the cook’s face. “I have four uniforms, but only one fucking flight jacket, and I”—punch—“hate”—punch—“sewing!”
IM ACTUALLY LAUGHING SO HARD, I DON’T THINK I’VE EVER BURST OUT LAUGHING SO MUCH FROM SOMETHING IN A BOOK OMGGG
