Listen up maggots. I am not your mother. I am not your father. I am your Sergeant and for the next six months you will listen to me. I don't care if you came from a single celled boys school or my Aunt Mary's retention pond, here I give the orders. Do you want to evolve? Do you want to be sexy? When I'm done with you pieces of shit, you are going to be the sexiest sons of a bitches that ever infected someone's intestinal track. Am I clear?
You find something funny about the way I put my makeup on, single cell Joker?
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