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You return to your place with your MRE. You tear into the packet (harder than it looks) revealing about a dozen small cardboard containers and packets. It appears as if you got something called "pork patties." There's a plastic spoon and you start digging into the various packets. You're not really sure what you're eating -- everything looks like a clump of pulverized phonograph records. While you are trying to digest the homogeneous, unidentifiable mass, the drill instructors are walking up and down the aisle shouting, "Hurry it up, maggots! You've only got a couple of minutes! Move! We don't have all night!" You finally
get finished. All that's left is the packet of coffee, the sugar, and
the cream. It really wasn't all that Staff Sergeant Fear finally bellows out, "Time's up! You will gather your trash and approach the trash can at the front of the bay. You will display your discards to Sergeant Bellows, and you will sound off with your last name and last four. When Sergeant Bellows nods, you will place your trash into the trash container. There had better not be any food wasted in your trash. Do you understand?" "Yes, Drill Instructor!" "Then move!" "Adams, 5594" "Billings, 7723" "Jacobs, 4341" Down the line until it's finally your turn. You hold out your discards and sound off with:
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bad,
except you sure wish you knew what you had been eating -- the only thing
you recognized was the crackers and the (you think) chocolate brownie.
The "pork patty" didn't look like any pig you ever saw.