Jelly, against his own medical, advice had a commission thrust upon and thus Jelly’s Jaguars seeing as they compulsively had found no cats and also gambled offduty canine-doing-as-pleases became Jelly’s Jacks We’re Better.
As in “Of course they’ll pay for the bombs. For us. The whole Betty!”
“Five minutes before we drop. Bet?”
There is nothing more masculine then a group of armed men referring to themselves in the plural collective feminine.