A long time ago...
thirty uniformed men stood stock still in rank and file.
a senior warrant officer paced before them, glaring at them one by one.
"Gentleman, welcum to **** camp. I, am your RSM. They call me The Tiger. Tiger T**."
(very slight sniggers)
"Most important here, is don't make me angry. Duuuuuun make the Tiger Bark at you!"
(choked back laughter)
he stops pacing.
"What? Why you laugh??"
"still laugh! You young people... the more I talking, the worse I get!"
(hysterical laughter)
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