A loud guffaw greeted the titan as he stepped back into the kitchen. Gregori grinned and smugly patted his chest. ‘Join the army! Be the Best You Can Be!’ in bold red lettering was emblazoned from shoulder to shoulder. It arced over a folded American flag that sat neatly on a titan’s incubation tank.
The giant snapped a jaunty salute and marched to the fridge. Hendrick was still laughing as Gregori set down the shot glasses.
When the ex-operative finally calmed down, he rubbed away tear tracks and pointed at the garish sacrilege. “Where the hell did you find that?”