A few new faces walked into the room as Koos sat listening to all those around him answer the commissar's prompt. He thought all gave decent answers. What a fine group of candidates.
Before long, a man in full coalition military garb marched into the room. "This must be a coalition recruitment officer here to check us out" Koos figured. Sure enough, the commissar explained that each will have a private interview to determine their worthiness. We mustn't fail to impress, as the pain from Koos' plasma scars left by his exploding computer terminal attested. The commissar, after issuing some last words of advice about how not to get shot, got up and retreated to his office.
Then the officer pointed to a young boy that had walked in and had poured himself some coffee. Koos hadn't even noticed him given his diminutive stature and soft Rheinlandish voice. The officer beckoned him over and with that the interviews began.
So true is it that unnatural generally means only uncustomary, and that everything which is usual appears natural.
