God has a hard on for Marines, because we kill everything we see. He plays His games, we play ours. To show our appreciation for so much power, we keep heaven packed with fresh souls. God was here before the Marine Corps, so you can give your heart to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the Corps! There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on n******, kikes, wops or greasers. Here, you are all equally worthless. But I will make you worth something. I will make you Marines. I will make you suitable representatives of my beloved Corps, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull fuck you!
Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker who just signed his own death warrant?
"Holy Jesus! What is that? What the fuck is that!? WHAT IS THAT PVT. PYLE?!" "Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir." "A jelly doughnut?" "Sir, yes, sir." "Well how did it get here?" "Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir." "Is chow allowed in the barracks, Pvt. Pyle?" "Sir, no, sir." "Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Pvt. Pyle?" "Sir, no, sir." "And why not, Pvt. Pyle?" "Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir." "Because you are a DISGUSTING FATBODY, PVT. PYLE!" "Sir, yes, sir." "And why did you hide a jelly doughnut in your footlocker, Pvt. Pyle?" "Sir, because I was hungry, sir." "Because you were hungry."