We've a guy who whistles. It's when he stops that causes concern.
We've a stink pot, too. Dudes reeks like sour milk and staleness. He even looks dirty. Greasy. It's bad hygiene. He's a damn funk ball. And a teller of tall tales. He's raced the fastest muscle cars. Ridden a motorcycle across the country, and back. Flown on and photographed the inside of Air Force One. Yeah. But he doesn't have the pictures because the DoD asked him for them to put in their historical archive. He's been on numerous top secret missions, the kind where they delete your identity before you go and don't reinstate it until you're back. He invented and built a tank bunker. He's an honorary member of the Banditos. He's an engineer of all sorts. Has numerous degrees. Builds his own computers, but can't map to a drive or connect to a network printer. All this and he's two ranks and a license behind me, despite being there near twice as long.