Leader of my fleet
The turkey awaits the hatchet, but I could not resist RR's invitation. A fleet without RR at the tip of the spear is like a kid playing with submarines in the bath tub. Unfortunately for the tike, he is now out of baking soda, so the fleet is doomed to sail around aimlessly until the war's end or until dinner is ready. Solution: give him airhog helicopters and tell him hs days as a submariner are finished.
(My crew has spent the morning painting Betty Grable in her bathing suit on the torpedos with a note on the nose cones saying, "Ain't life a blast!)
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