I flottan måste rekryter suga sina överordnade kukar hårt och bli knullade djupt och grovt

two lieutenants and a captain. No. Boggs worse up at EOD. Jesus Christ, did shit for brains.

No. We're coming up, no. We're going to be at the chow hall at zero ******* thirty. Okay.

Now I want you to go ahead and muster your men up on the northwest quadrant and I'll

meet you there in approximately forty five mikes. Uh huh. Yeah, roger that.

Do I hear a woodpecker tapping?