[Through the noise, a madman's cackle resounded through the air. The source of it is a small German man holding a beer with one knee on the chair he should be sitting on. In contrast with some of the other newly arrivals who may justifiably feel out of place here, wanting to go home, the man has long since accepted his fate in stride.]
Soldiers, fellow comrades! This is a feast and there is no room for frowns or melancholy here! We must have more oomph in this room. Let us sing, brethrens, for we have been drafted!
[He swings his mug into the air, nearly spilling his drink. He drinks as he sings, truly having the best time of his life here.]
The Major | Hellsing | Seelie
[Through the noise, a madman's cackle resounded through the air. The source of it is a small German man holding a beer with one knee on the chair he should be sitting on. In contrast with some of the other newly arrivals who may justifiably feel out of place here, wanting to go home, the man has long since accepted his fate in stride.]
Soldiers, fellow comrades! This is a feast and there is no room for frowns or melancholy here! We must have more oomph in this room. Let us sing, brethrens, for we have been drafted!
[He swings his mug into the air, nearly spilling his drink. He drinks as he sings, truly having the best time of his life here.]
Ein prooosit, ein prooosit
Der Geeeemütlichkeit!!