Boldly we stand here, facing all challengers with our chins like baseball bats and our chests like small boulders! We press onward into the land of short, creepy peasants for king, country and congressman! We have sworn to defend, protect, and bleed watery ketchup all over the place (except on our carefully waxed armor). We shall fight, barbeque, sing in rich baritones, and do lots of other manly stuff like that! HA! We will follow our grand leader, the only one who can barbeque, sing in a rich baritone, bleed all over the place and redecorate all at the same time; Martha Stuart! HA!

For honor!
For glory!
For the pursuit of women with explosive bust lines!
Charge!