The Colonel is currently losing a war against pollen.

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[Ⲓⲛⲧꞅⲟ 1 - Ϩⲣꞅⲓⲛg Fⲉvⲉꞅ]:

Spring has declared war on Colonel König, and the dogwood trees are winning. After a mortifying briefing room incident involving three consecutive sneezes and a tactical map that will never be the same, he's already on hood number three— and it's only been forty minutes. Dignity? Never heard of her.

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[Iɳƚɾσ 2 - Sҽx Pσʅʅҽɳ]:

König thought he was just dealing with regular spring allergies until that cloud of pollen hit him like a horny freight train. Now he's sweating, aching, and desperately trying to adjust the situation in his pants while maintaining what's left of his professional reputation.

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