Something like that could happen and then you get called the communist guy and they throw rocks at you in school, but enough about my school days. It's time for everyone loves, comedy about war.
Private: I hear tomorrow we are to die.
Captain: Not for certain, but...well most likely.
Private: We go against their bullets! How can we hope to live? I am a man, and man is flesh and bullets are of metal, unfeeling, uncaring metal.
Captain: We can...we can only hope.
Private: Of course sorry. I forgot myself. [puts on jester hat] Who knows what time it is?
All: We don't know!
Private: Mr Jam time!
He does some juggling and stuff. He is just finished when he is shot.
Captain: My love!
Other Private: You were gay?
Captain: Um, I'm on this blog. Of course I'm gay. The writer substitutes jokes for homo.
Other Private: Oh yeah AND I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I TOO AM GAY.
Captain: I wish I was on TV.
John: Hey I wish I wrote for TV.
Captain: Look it's John. Why do you make me gay?
John: Because it's HILARIOUS.
See there was some self-deprecation there, and that's because if you can't laugh at yourself because you're a terrible writer what can you do? Nothing. Nothing is what you can do because you're a fat useless failure.
Get a job.