-Private Miller, you’ve been smoking item nine for seven minutes and thirteen seconds. We’re going to ask you several questions. How do you feel?
-Ah, well, sir, I feel like a, like a slice of butter…
-Yeah.
-Okay, Private Miller, when you think of your superiors, what emotions do you feel?
-Melting… on top of a… big old pile… of flapjacks… yeah.
-Okay, Private Miller, when you think of your superiors, what emotions do you feel?
Flapjacks.
