Dang right! Old Sarge said that to me just after he'd run naked through a minefield because he thought he was faster than the explosions. And he was, too, only he was also chewing on his cigar butt at the time and swallowed it. This caused him to realize that running naked through a minefield while chewing on a cigar butt was a pretty dumb thing even for him to do, especially since he had to slow down to throw up. Slowing down allowed the explosions to catch up to him and even pass him, so he lost the hundred bucks he bet on himself.

Yessir, ol' Sarge Rock. His real name was Percival, but we all called him Sarge Rock, mostly because he was dumber'n a rock. Ran into him a while back outside the Legion Hovel in Boise ("Broke-dick Mammalucca Post Number 1"), but even though I backed up and hit him again he wasn't hurt, darn it.