Listen. You listen to me nanodesu. You see that naval base over there? That's where I'm supposed to be nanodesu. Not out here with the seaweed and the used needles and the fucking last month's after-action reports drifting back and forth. I've had it with them, I've had it with you, I've had it with all this--I want room service nanodesu! I want the docks, I want the cold repair bucket, I want the ¥1,000,000-a-day stoker nanodesu! I want my serafuku laundered... like they do... at the Main Naval District... in Yokosuka nanodesu.

I wish I could save this post as an attachment to that image somehow.