Mars.

In perfect harmony, captain.

They're, ahem, "sharpening their blades", as it were. All at once. It echoes.

It's actually quite awful. Many of my sword-brothers are rather fond of it. Perverted, perverted men.....

The entire barracks hears your ahem, "late night sparing sessions."

Whoever told you that should be sent to the gallows.

THE WALLS ARE THIN, CAPTAIN.

My horrible, horrible captain and his awful, awful situationship brings me nothing but misery.

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