Ain't no need for a collection Yvsa, there's a reason I ordered two when I only need one. That's right, hate to do it, but it's for his own good. Ha, he's gotten so "Quackipated" he's probably done forgot that I have the, no sh!@, address to the much storied "Cave".
You see, I worry about him Yvsa, he ain't normal like you and me. In the words of Hank Hill, "that boy ain't right". So, I'm going to send him one of these khukuris of a size and type that might be used by people who actually do prepare their own meals, prune trees/shrubs, and dig weeds out of the garden. Them fellers in the white coats won't let him do stuff such as that (pitiful, brings tears to my eyes thinking 'bout it).
To aid in his "training", I'll contact a couple of girls from the HOOTERS down in Coconut Grove, or a place called Lipstick's down there on Dixie Highway. Those dedicated young women will give that Duck a proper "short arms inspection" and teach him some "close quarter maneuvers" that'll have him right as rain in no time. By gosh, gets me a bit choked up to think that, through our help, we can turn this poor, abnormal, soul back into an "upright" citizen once more.
Sarge
p.s.: Jim, I know you wuz fibbing about Uncle, an old Navy man wouldn't waste coffee in such a fashion, I've seen 'em drink three day old crap that would strip paint off a deck and swear it was "tasty"