Chickenboy
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ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake Allied Interrogator: OK, funny man. What was the name of the minesweepr escorting your vessel? Ensign Hata: Hai! Ass-a-ho Maru Allied Interrogator: OK, GET HIM OUT OF HERE! GIVE HIM SOME OF THAT **** WE FISHED OUT OF THE WATER! WE'LL SEE HOW YOU LIKEE DINNER, HOP SING! <prisoner taken out roughry> Clerk/Typist: Sir, isn't that Chinese sir? Allied Interrogator: What's that? Clerk/Typist: "Likee Dinner". It think that's Chinese sir. Allied Interrogator: Just f****** type it, son. [Twenty five minutes later, after the typed interrogation report is handed to regimental intelligence] Clerk/Typist: No sir! I swear it! This was what the prisoner said! Major Ben Dover, Allied Regimental Intelligence Officer: Oh, I get it. I've heard this potty talk before. Well, I'll have no more of it! You may consider yourself on latrine duty for the balance of the month, clerk. [Guards are summoned and drag the clerk bodily to the latrine. There, he is roughly deposited at the feet of the enlisted man in charge of latrine sanitation] Clerk/Typist: My God! This place is a mess! Who flung dung? Hu Flung Dung, latrine sanitation enlisted man: GUARDS!
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