Anyway, he particularly remembers this conversation, had with his seargeant-major :
| Seargent-Major | What, what, Flurby. How is it with you? |
| Flurby Jim | You know, okay. |
| Seargent-Major | What is it exactly they have you doing, lad? |
| Flurby Jim | I'm helping in the technology section |
| Seargent-Major | What, the robots, yes yes? How is that? |
| Flurby Jim | Well, we've had great luck with their beligerance and intelligence circuits, but unfortunately in testing their self control and respect for authority circuits completely failed, and they are currently running rampage through all of our major cities |
| Seargent-Major | Oh, gosh. But never mind, lad, we all make mistakes! I'll need to come up with a plan of some sort. |
(the Seargent-Major leaves, and eventually returns several minutes later with some scrawled plans)
| Seargent-Major | I've done it! The perfect plan! |
| Flurby Jim | (he looks at the plans) Its a nice plan in all but one respect - do you really think its wise to dispatch 100% of the army as a suicide squad? |
| Seargent-Major | Come along now man, what are you - bleeding heart liberal of the week? Just follow my lead! |
(the Seargent-Major attempts to eat one hundred crackers in under one minute)
| Seargent-Major | Gosh, that really hurt. |
(the Seargent-Major dies. Flurby Jim deserts)
Next time on Flurby Jim : a daring escape from military gaol!