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Sarge Fallout Soundboard
The loud clank of boots echoed through the hallway as Sergeant Gordon approached the new recruit. "This piece is on alert and I do not recognize you. Show me your paper, soldier," he barked, his voice stern and commanding. The sound of the recruit shuffling through his documents filled the air as he nervously handed them over to the Sergeant. "What's your name, Private?" Sergeant Gordon demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
As the recruit stammered out his name, the Sergeant's voice grew even more authoritative. "Soldier, you are still out of uniform. I gave you a direct order to report the supplies and get your issue," he scolded, the sharpness of his words cutting through the air like a knife. The sound of frustration was evident in the recruit's voice as he hurriedly apologized and made his way to the supply room, the clatter of equipment echoing behind him.
The sound of heavy boots resounded as the recruit returned to the Sergeant, now properly outfitted in his uniform. "Report to the Armory and have a new student. You then report back to me, private," Sergeant Gordon ordered, his voice firm and unwavering. The shuffling of papers and the clinking of keys filled the room as the recruit saluted and followed his orders, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.
The Sergeant let out an exasperated sigh as he watched the new recruit leave. "Oh lovely, they sent me a moron," he muttered under his breath, the frustration evident in his tone. The sound of his heavy footsteps echoed through the empty hallway as he made his way back to his office, the weight of the day's responsibilities heavy on his shoulders.
As he entered his office, the Sergeant froze at the sound of approaching footsteps. "You should know that," he growled, the annoyance in his voice unmistakable. The door swung open and in walked the same recruit he had just reprimanded, a look of defiance on his face. "I had a bunch of you escorted off this base and here you are again," the Sergeant exclaimed, disbelief lacing his words.
"What was that?" the recruit challenged, his voice defiant. "You are not to question my orders," Sergeant Gordon snapped, his tone sharp and unforgiving. The sound of tension filled the room as the two men stared each other down, neither willing to back down.
"Sergeant Gordon," the recruit finally addressed him, his voice respectful. "Do you understand me?" the Sergeant demanded, his eyes narrowing. "You ought to carry your papers with you at all times, and you should know that," he reminded the recruit, his voice firm.
The sound of a door slamming shut echoed through the room as the Sergeant's frustration boiled over. "I'll be damned," he muttered under his breath, the exasperation evident in his tone. "You will call me Sergeant or Sarge," he ordered, his voice unwavering.
"Tell me a word. Execute these maggots," Sergeant Gordon ordered, his voice cold and merciless. The recruit's eyes widened in shock at the command, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
"The second time you've come to be out of uniform, soldier, there will not be 1/3," the Sergeant warned, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "You expect me to believe that maggot?" he challenged, the sound of disbelief evident in his tone.
"I am not a Sir, I work for a living you moron," the Sergeant shot back, his voice filled with contempt. "So you're the replacement," he surmised, his tone dripping with disdain.
"I say jump. You jump. When I say fight, you fight. When I tell you to die for your country, then you will certainly die," the Sergeant declared, his voice unyielding. "Unclear," the recruit responded, confusion evident in his tone.
"Where is your power?" the Sergeant demanded, his voice rising in anger. "You are a universal soldier," he proclaimed, his words ringing with authority. "If I like you, you can call me Sarge. But guess what, I don't like you," he sneered, the sound of contempt dripping from his words.
"A civilian," the recruit stated, defiance in his voice. "I don't think you're civilians after all. More than likely you're spies," the Sergeant countered, his tone accusing.
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