A grizzled MI non-commissioned Officer blocks your path on the way to armory. You thought you heard this man before, you've sworn you've heard tales of what he did to Private Alex, who came back to the bunks only being able to say, "DO NOT DUST ME!". You begin to freeze up, stopping dead in your tracks. You close your eyes shut, hard, wishing that he'll go away when you open them. Foolish, because now he's only a couple of feet away, you can smell the bug guts on his breath. "Evenin....Sarge." You barely manage to spit out.
He puts his hands together, and says,