Let it be known, however, that it doesn't matter how limited your options are as time goes on. It doesn't matter how many favors you've collected. It doesn't even matter how hard you work or the sacrifices you've made to get to this point.
Your detailer will fuck you up the ass. It's part of their nature. It's how they roll. In fact, detailers should totally write up a Bhagavad Gita specific to Navy life. Oh wait! Allow me!
|Yo, Krishna! What up?|
|So...about the deception. I know I'm a detailer, but will all these lies mean I burn in a fiery pit of sulfurous doom?|
|Naw, man. You're a detailer. Detailers lie. It's in your nature, bro.|
|But they're lies, man. I'm fucking up some people's chi here. Lies are bad, right?|
|Naw, man. Like warriors fight and kill, detailers lie, inveigle, and obfuscate. It's your job. Do it well, cos if you don't, you'll burn in a fiery pit of sulfurous doom.|
|Shit, man. So if I have to be a detailer, kick some fucking detailer ass?|
|You got it, player.|
|And when you're done with your detailer life, you get all the gopi ass you can handle. Cows are awesome, but gopis FTW!|
You're welcome, detailers! You're welcome, Navy. Now allow me to return the amazeballs favor of getting fucked up the ass with no reach around.