Dealing with idiots is an occupational hazard of the moustache. Putting up with beefy English bully boys and politically incorrect smug buffoons with polished desks are part of the job. Put yourself in desert head's situation. It would have been easy to give them what they wanted - to add more polish to the desk as it were... However he chose the more rigid path of being questioned by Mike. Mike put it to him for a whole hour and gave it his all. Yet all he received was a bit of chat. Tired of talking the stuffed shirt moustacheless wonder asks for all the men to be put on the foredeck. Now that's the time to leave.
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