You know -- [ he plucked up a thick spanish onion and tosses it from one palm to the other ] -- my battalion used to do to me what your family did to you.

[ a touch more serious, but hardly upset. ] Stick the ranker with the quartermaster's job, you see. So he can't get his muck on their gold and lace. Of course, I didn't get any entertaining skills from it. More's the pity.