Kenny is confused, the forum looks widely different, life is widely different. The Navy accepted me as one of their own but refuse to see me as a Kitten God. I have yet to get the yarn allotment promised in my contract and fish is unfortunately not served in the galley as much as you would think. Seafaring is a long journey away considering that Kenny has to stare at papers that say CONFIDENTIAL on them while taking 2-3 tests a week. Pawprints count as valid answers, that is the only conclusion Kenny can come up with as to how Kenny hasn’t failed out yet.
All irrelevant things in the fight against shenanigans though.