Private Cowboy:
Tough break for Hand Job. He was all set to get shipped out on a medical.
Private Joker:
What was the matter with him?
Private Cowboy:
He was jerkin' off ten times a day.
Private Eightball:
No sh*t. At least ten times a day.
Private Cowboy:
Last week he was sent down to Da Nang to see the Navy head shrinker, and the crazy f***er starts jerking off in the waiting room. Instant Section Eight. He was just waiting for his papers to clear division
All I can think of is like every other country song from 1940-1970, where it's about a woman killing her husband, or escaping her husband, or how her husband died mysteriously.
The alien visitors to this planet will sort through the ruins of its extinct species and will be told to buy more things. By computers still running, still marketing.
They will shrug their shoulders and wonder what that means, and if it helped the inhabitants.
Kissing the ring. Victory offering from one of the people that made it happen