I'm getting a bit fed up of all this nonsense talked by the dark blue brethren with all their talk of land-lubbers and keel-hauling, not to mention saluting the yard arm (sic). In disgust I'm off in the old crate for a wizard show. Hope I don't prang the kite otherwise I will be VSF by the CO and then have to take a trip to SHQ to explain to the Staish why I've littered his flowerbeds with bits of my APU et al, ad nasueum.
And let that be a lesson in clear speech to you all!
