[ There is a monstrosity laid out beneath the card: A pair of Levi brand jeans with heart patches sewn onto the kneecaps. Presumably, the pants are a joke. Lining the pockets of this horrid article of clothing are sugary sweets, some less chocolate-y than others. ]
A swift glance at the card laid across the captain’s table, slanting both eyes as he surveyed the gifts underneath. An audible click of the tongue against the back of his teeth as he stared idly at the jeans - unsightly, sewn, printed heart patches weaved into the kneecaps. Fingertips trail along the pants’ lining, finding the candied sweets. Visibly deflating, the soldier let loose a small grunt before exiting his quarters with the items in tow, commenting aloud to the servicemen around.
“ Very funny. Which one of you twerps are responsible for this bright idea? ”
