You guys are a bunch of wuss's.
You see, we live in a world that has Power Point, and those Power Point slides have to be made by men with computers. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Fly Navy? We have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Squeeze, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Flash's job, while tragic, probably saves lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because, deep down in places you don't talk about in the ready room, you want Flash making those Power Point slides, you need him on that computer. We use words like Slide Number, Font, Hide Slide. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent making Power Point presentations. You, Fly Navy, use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the Power Point presentations that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide them. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a mouse and start clicking. Either way, I don't give a damn what EP's you think aren't correct.