all my life, i've lived and worked in the big city.
which is kind of a problem, since i've always felt uncomfortably in crowds.
general formica was almost unemployable. he eventually got a gig as a honeydew keg.
the queen asked me to take over his job, but i said "sorry, but i'm really not the general type. i'm more the specific type." so they gave the job to weaver instead.
weaver cut the defense budget in half. now we only have an army of five million.