Admiral's Beef

"Admiral sir, we're about to dock on base. Would you like an escort to the restaurant sir?" A crew member of a marine admiral stated as he saluted the Admiral as he walked to the bridge that connected the ship and the docking platform. "No, no, I'll be fine. However, after you all get through with your duties with the ship come by the restaurant and get something to eat. I need a crew with full stomachs." The Admiral walked onto the docking platform and looked at the base. A large base it was indeed, marines everywhere including officers. This was a base where these marines would take a little bit of time off and relax a bit and Warren D. Ralph was one of these marines.

"Oh hey, this is the base with that tasty meat right?" Ralph said as his mouth began to become moist with drool at the mere speculation of this certain meat. "Uhh yes sir." A crew member responded. Ralph took a deep breath and squatted. With a trust of his leg muscles, Ralph took off with tremendous speed towards the restaurant. The dock he was standing on broke and the crew member standing on the dock went down into the water. "ADMIRAL" The crew said as he stopped, turned towards the crew, "Sorry." Turned back and took off towards the restaurant again. The crew was dumbfounded at Ralph's reaction.

At the restaurant, people were eating, enjoying themselves until a man burst through the doors at incomprehensible speeds, reaching the counter before their heads were able to turn and look who it was. "GIVE ME ALL THE MEAT AND BOOZE YA GOT" Ralph said as he already had a knife and fork in had with a napkin in his shirt.