You see, Danny, I can deal with the bullets and the bombs and the blood. I don't want money and I don't want medals. What I do want is for you to stand there in that phaggoty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth extend me some fukking courtesy. You gotta ask me nicely.

Are you aware that you are just about as annoying and clingy as the dingleberry hanging on my ass hairs? Your incoherent babble makes me want to stick my cock in your mouth to make you shut-up. You think your lame and belittling jokes will help you gain admittance from your online peers? You are unoriginal and a little 16 year old punk probably who is pasty white with no friends. When you were busy swimming in your dad's weiner, I was out working in the hot sun placing fences, digging ditches, and working harder than you could ever imagine. I've experience life and it was not ****ing easy. You have no idea what a real person is, considering you've been eating ****ing bananas behind the protection of your computer you gay ass mofo. You're a pathetic bloodfart who thinks he's some e-tough guy. Try being a bit more creative and MAYBE you will be taken seriously.

If I was in that situation and I was in Tom Cruise's position, I would have kicked that jerk guy RIGHT in the damn nuts, then taken his plate and finished the rest of the food. Then I would have punted his chair into the sea and walked off to the jeep with a really mean look on my face.