I just couldn't stay mad at the little bastid, Ron. What a good guy.

You remember that crooked grin he'd give you? He sure did have some fun.

Come to think of it, I prolly shoulda shot him before he wrecked my damned ship. I didn't lay eyes on him for about six weeks, from the day I got back from R&R until I left for home. I guess that means he was smart, too.

Bob