Stans

Ja, but he uzually vrapz zome part of hiz fluegzueg avround zome part uf zhe karrier no matter vhat hiz attitude.

JA, Ich kan get to McAlli'z fazter zhan ever!

Ja! Iz me en mein bean burrito powered perzonal tranzportazion vehikle.

Und zendz vone vright en Gunny'z direkzion. Mizzion akomplizhed! JA!

Und zhe landink zignal offizer too!

Huh?

Und blowz up Romme's kubevaggen! Helmut furgot zhe zekond vrule, make zure zhere iz nozhink between you und dein target!

Hmmm....he muzt have schrunk en zhe vash!

Popgun?

Do you need zome more butter on zhe popenkorn? Ich zhink Ich know vhere to get zome milk fur churnink! Himmel! It might aktually kome out churned!!!!!

JA! Und zhe zad zhing iz zhat eben mit zhose glazzez he schtill kannot zee vell! Zhe juzt kan't make zhem zhick einough!

ACH! Ich vill get beaten to death mit zhose!!!! Vhat ein vay to go!

Do you schtill haf zhe bucket uf popenkorn? Pleaze pazz it down.

Ja, it makez ein lovely target fur me!

Riiiiiiigggghhhhtt!!! Nothing happened on this day in 1943?

Official response: Highly politically incorrect, Donnie, you really need sensitivity training! Unofficial response:

Gute morgen, zuch ein lovely day, let'z kontinue mit zhe zease feuer und entjoy zhe day, ja? Haf very gute day!

Helmut raises the panzerfaust and presses the trigger. In a mighty roar, the rocket lurches from its tube and with a powerful blast the two camels resting behind Rommel and Helmut are vaporized. All that is left is little bits and chunks of burning fur and meat. Helmut forgot the first rule of artillery, pointy end first!

Bekauze he iz zhe number vone und overzeer uf all!

Great news!!!!!

As Jeanne makes contact with Florida.

Lazt vord! Pbbbbbsssssst!