Of course, that might be because I’m listening to Ride of the Valkyries and pretending to be a squadron of helicopters right now.
Stop looking at me like that!
Just give em the ole stink eye.
I’ve always heard strange things about U of C students… 
aww… you don’t qualify to be a squadron yet…
maybe a flight or 2 but not a squadron…
::flees::
Watch yourself, M. Lazy Blood.
How the hell did you type this?
Very carefully
thank you, now all my classmates are crowded around my computer, drawn by my outrageous laughter
I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. Smells like…victory.
I love the smell of pancakes in the morning too.
Look, you can surf or you can fight, which is it?
tiggeril - Tell your roommate to start worrying when you decide to dress like Brunhilde, sing “Ho-jo-to-ho-ho” and bring a white horse into the room.
[Then again, I already have the Brunhilde dress and the opera score…hmmmm…]
You think that’s bad, we got a CD player down in the office and one day another guy and I were there late playing Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, singing along and beating on the desk to “Bang! Bang!”
Boss had never heard the song.
Thought we had just gone over the edge....
We went over YEARS ago…
I always sing “Pop goes the weasel” to that song…
“Pop goes the weasel… Pop goes the weasel… pop goes the weasel… doo doodoo doo”
And then my wife stares at me.
Just drop your tinted visor, Big Montana, and ignore that peacenik roomie sumbitch. You have a village to take out. Over.
This is Red Dog Leader to Tango Lima One, take the sumbitches out and get back to base pronto.
We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig. Cow after cow. Village after village. Army after army.
tiggeril, are you a naked squadron of helos?
(Editor’s Note: The Army calls 'em choppers. The Navy calls 'em helos.)
Well, Chiefy, considering I’m 45 seconds away from hopping in the shower…
<homer> Mmmm…naked helicopters… </homer>
I knew there was a reason I liked you so much:)
Ender: same way porcupines have sex.