One time I fed Tippy Cracker-Jacks. 'Cause that's what I was having. Hey, sounded like a good meal to me. Cracker-Jacks and tap water. She ate about a box-and-a-half, Cracker-Jack. And the next day I took her for a walk...she took a Cracker-Jack! Cracker-Jack was coming out of my dog! I was waiting for the surprise, you know? Hoping it wasn't a whistle or a bird call! There's certain basic hygiene that you simply have to follow.
Think for a moment about the concept of the flamethrower. Okay? The flamethrower. Because we have them. Well, *we* don't have them, the army has them. That's right. We don't have any flamethrowers. I'd say we're fucked if we have to go up against the army, wouldn't you? But we have flamethrowers. And what this indicates to me, it means that at some point, some person said to himself, "Gee, I sure would like to set those people on fire over there. But I'm way to far away to get the job done. If only I had something that would throw flame on them." Well, it might have ended right there, but he mentioned it to his friend. His friend who was good with tools. And about a month later, he was back. "Hey, quite a concept!" WHHOOOOOOOOSSHHH! And of course the army heard about it, and they came around. "We'd like to buy about five hundred-thousand of them please. We have some people we'd like to throw flame on. Give us five hundred thousand and paint them dark brown. We don't want anyone to see them."