"Okay, Lieutenant, let’s have it..." Apollo eyed the man sitting across
the desk from him.

Starbuck blew an exasperated breath. Every sectar, they would play this
little show over and over again. When the time came to hand in the
sectarly reports to Commander Adama, Apollo would summon each of his
warriors to his small office, look them in the eye, and in matter of
minutes, had them confessing their sins.  The usual litanies were
nothing out of the ordinary, but this one had Apollo squirming in
anticipation.  Starbuck never failed to surprise his Captain, and Apollo
suspected this time won’t be different.  The way Starbuck saw it, it
always ended the same way. They could have just assign him to a few more
patrols to begin with, and be over with it.

"Starbuck, this is where you start telling me exactly which parts of the
mischief on this ship were your handiwork, I assign you to a couple more
deep probes, you get away from the Commander’s ‘Are we Colonial Warriors
or little children’ lecture, and everyone’s happy. So..." Apollo was
quite surprised Starbuck wasn’t talking yet. The lieutenant usually went
through the list quickly. 

"Oh, come on, Apollo, what do you want me to say?"

Apollo looked down at his notes. "Well, you can start with your regular
curfew violations, and finish with oh, losing half my cubits when I was
on patrol." 

Starbuck gave him a vicious glare. "Oh, bless me, Captain, for I have
sinned."

"You sure have. But I’m willing to forgive and forget if you can come up
with a reasonable explanation.  Or what passes as reasonable with you."
Apollo leaned back in his chair, and looked expectantly at his
lieutenant.

"Oh, come on, it’s the same frakkin’ list as last time, can’t you just
duplicate my explanation from then?" Starbuck growled. 

"I suppose I can. But then, where would the fun be?"