One of many careless tells you thought no one would notice "coincidences", I'm sure, along with the Appalachian origin, far-right world view, "advanced" sexuality, and obvious overcompensation for your squalid beginnings.




It helps to write this stuff down, so's you can keep your stories straight. Speaking of things that'll never be straight:





Do you actually count out the prawns and wings while you're at the buffet line, or do you wait 'til you get to the table and add 'em up before you shovel it down? If you do it at the buffet line, have any frustrated chinese cooks attempted to lop off your hand with a cleaver? I know I would. Hell, your carcass could prolly feed an entire village where they're from, to say nothing about Appalachia. Come to think about it, your carcass would prolly get the Admiral's entire redneck family off of the food stamps as well. Shit, no wonder he's been so nice to you...