I can't talk to you Bobby, you're not a "real man", you're from "Baton Rouge", (too bad a can't type accents, in my head I put a real cool french accent on it when I typed it). You might have some of that homo french blood in you and ya'll like to drop your weapons, at least you only do it once. Dook said so, so it must be true; "You're very afraid, you must be French. I bet you own one of the two million French WW2 rifles, only dropped once." OH SHIT !!!! I just remembered, I was born there; OH MY GOD, now I have to shave my head, divorce my wife, sell my house, eat quiche and french pastries so I can get fat, move into my mom's basement, kill my dogs (manly dogs) and get a miniature poodle, burn all those heretical history books, (because they were written by pole smoking, recliner sitting, wimps), so I can fit into Dook's stereotype. Never mind, I don't think I can do all that. I might just go down and get a blood change and spleen removal (basically your blood filter) just in case I have some of that defective french or Canadian blood flowing through my veins. It's a risky procedure, likely fatal, but it would be worth it if I could get the mighty Dook's approval. BTW Bobby, we used to be paratroops, I've done some really, really stupid shit and have volunteered for some pretty hairy missions; would you volunteer for Dook's operation? I know I wouldn't have. I guess it's OK though. While I will become totally worthless, and have zero self-esteem at least I can still talk to Rich, and Slimey, and George, lwd, Lou, Belasar and the rest of you guys. Seems like an OK deal to me.