Hey, Chimp! I was taught long-range shooting by the Army of the USA, and I used it fighting for the USA. Also that other stuff. Then I went to work for a Certain Government Agency, and I don't mean that pansy J. Edgar, neither! I would have been happy bein' an Illinois farmboy with my feet in the furrows and my only worry the price of soybeans at the elevator, but that wasn't to be. As for you and your jungle stuff, anybody can pick off the Jungle Jim wannabees. And if you was good you wouldn't HAVE scars because you wouldn't have let anybody GIVE you any.

You even kill a guard dog -- an Alsatian -- with your bare hands? I have; had to, normally I like dogs but this one was one bad-assed puppy and he was between me and my getaway. Didn't smell me, the wind was toward me and I was behind him. It was over in seconds and I don't think he suffered, which was more than I would have if they'd caught me. After that it was a piece of cake, with only a minefield between me and the border.

How's come down at the bottom it's talking about Tarzan?