Not bad. But it don't do justice to me nose.
Well, well, well. Swimming at sundown.
And naked all over.
Ah! Just my meat.
Why it's Snafu. I never forget a face.
Hmm... no resistance. Hmm.
Now where did that little 
son of a gun go?
Hmm. Just my type.
Ha, ha! Caught me with his pants up.
But I'll show the little...
(slurping sound)
Now for the soft underbelly of Snafu
Jeez, I shot the wrong man.
Right windage? 
Four.
Range? 
Seventy-five.
Bull!
At 4 o' clock.
What did you do in the big war, daddy?
Oh, I did my share.
(clears throat)
Just a moment, please.
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