D'Agosta sighed and turned to Brambell. "You'd better send a copy of your report to the Chief. Edit it down, okay, so only the real important stuff is there. And put in a lot of pictures; try to make it readable. Like at fourth-grade level."
Brambell burst into delighted, high-pitched laughter. "Yes, indeed, Lieutenant," he cackled, his bald dome incandescent in the glow of the projector. "I will do my literary best."
Margo watched as Waxie shot both of them a dissaproving look, then started for the door himself. "I don't find this humour at the expense of the Chief very professional," he said. "I, for one, have more important things to do than joke around."
D'Agosta stared at him. "On second thought," he said slowly, "make it a third-grade level, so that Captain Waxie here can read it, too."
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