For every note he plays correctly he plays three out of tune That’s it I’m going to throttle him Cruz groans from his bunk I really mean it this time Cruz isn’t a morning person
Come on up and at em I grumble rolling off my own sagging mattress If we don’t get to the mess hall early we’re going to get stuck eating the eggs No one and I mean no one wants to eat mess hall eggs They are soggy cold smell like tuna fish and get served in a pool of slimy oil
