You are doomed, indigenous man.
I give up. Does this have something to do with orgasms?
I can’t hear you!
Thank you all.
It was really not too bad. Ah, breakfast at the “dining facility,” By the time I retired, there were no longer company mess halls. Instead, there was the battalion starship. I never complained about the food. However, back sink K.P. was no fun.
The suspense builds. Sort of…
Is it okay if I limp?