"I wrote poetry, I don't think that'll serve this time. And it really could. IT's so much worse in person."
He patted Normandy's head, not liking to have to think of the future. But the dog's face was almost completely grey now, and he wasn't nearly as active as he once was. "We could get him a small minion?" He gave hopefully. "Something to train and teach. He'd like something else to boss around."
He looked up at Alex then. "They give you fresh out of academy I know better then you people again? I'm fairly sure the General only does that to people who have fucked up somehow you know."