Fighting The Blooddrunks

"Mr. Snowbro, thank you for coming to my office," said Commander Locke, "I wanted to discuss some disturbing news that I've heard about you."

"News, sir?" asked Frosty.

"Yes, I had gotten some reports from one of the other Captains that you have not been maintaining a discreet fighting tactic with the Exiles."

"Uh . . ., sir, please pretend I am not a smart man. What does all that mean?"

"You've been fighting Blooddrunks Naked."

"Oh," Frosty smirked.

"You don't deny it?"

"Well, there were some . . .circumstances the night before on the roof of a building that forced me into it . . . ."

"I don't want details, soldier. IN FACT, I'd prefer not to hear them."

"Yes, sir but regardless, I don't know who told you that, but it's not true. I wasn't naked."

"You weren't?" Locke said confused.

"No, sir, I wasn't naked, " Frosty smirked, "I had my underwear on."