"Lift those feet, ya wet, web-footed, weed-eating warbler! You're not tucked under your mummy's wing now, ya half-formed egg. I'll make a soldier-gull of you if it kills me! Call that a wave? That's not a wave, ya scavenging mite-ridden pipsqueak. In 'Nam we saw waves. BIG waves. You would have squirted your feathers, son. Eyes straight ahead, soldier. No looking at the little chickies floating around out there. Nothing for you here girls! This one's hardly hatched. Mind you, if you're looking for an old bird with a real pecker then....what are you grinning at, you waste of a boiled egg? Lift those feet!"
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