Freakin' whatever McNeal if you use "skirt" once more I'm gonna come find ya! We Scots what ain't so "wee" by the way pride ourselves in the range of motion whackin away at the rest o' ye with a Claymore is afforded. Go rent Braveheart and send me the bill!
My Great grandda was third at West Point in 1903, Morrison was his name, but lost out on the prime assignment to the Phillipines to a piker named Macsomething or other, nother Scot we reckon.
Roy, sorry to see you were reduced to water rations.
Now that the decks be cleared, it's time to reinforce a little order round here. Hurray to the CAG fot his kind thoughts, time to roll the XO out of his bunk, screw the Lt's and piratical talk might be heard afore ye' see yer last lights, mind the fartin"!
Happy Holidays my fine friends, this Friday begins the tyranny called "put the lights on the tree'.
Your faithful Bos'n, Horatio Magellan Bondoman