Momnesia

Hard of Hearing

I was picking up a cake at The Boll Weevil for Angel's last day, and a crowd of higher-ranking military men walked in for a meeting. You will know them by their haircuts. Anyway, I was leaving the restaurant, and had to squeeze past them all.
"Megahole!" their leader called as I walked past.
I almost dropped Angel's cake. How can he be so horrible?!
Then the mass of men split into two lines, clearing a path to the door.
Oh. He said, "Make a hole."

That's a little bit different.