It’s a crying shame I says.
Never trust a man in uniform. You know what my first memory was right? Waking up in a sack in the river. Granted, we couldn’t sink, it was the Ankh, but still. Had to paddle me way to the bank, fighting against all me brothers and sisters.
And who do I see when I reach the bank? Fred COLON! And he didn’t even give me his sausage inna bun! Nothing. So I says, a man in uniform can’t be trusted.
