Black Ops (Expeditionary Force, #4)

by Craig Alanson

Wanting to get an early start on my day, I got out of bed at 0445 and went to the galley for coffee. To my surprise and delight, the American team was already baking biscuits. I love fresh, hot biscuits, so I took two of them back to my office and began checking messages. “Hey, Skippy,” I mumbled over a mouthful of delicious, buttered biscuity goodness. “Good morning to you, Joe,” his avatar popped to life on my desk. “What’s up?” “I was wondering; there are bi-scuits, and tri-scuits, right? So, is there a plain ‘scuit’? What would that look like?” The avatar froze for a moment, then slowly said “Oh. My. Go-” “Hey, I got it. There are bi-cycles and tri-cycles, and a cycle with one wheel is a uni-cycle. So, it would be called a uni-scuit, whatever that is.” “I, Joe, I am speechless. I have no words.” “A triscuit is more dry and salty than a biscuit, so would a four-scuit be like a potato chip? Or should that be called a quad-scuit?”