"Gamey leg! Don't eat me. Leg's gamey. Gam*hic*game*hic* bad leg. Damn my leg!"
The commander, at some point after his initial celebratory drink, seemed to had found room for several more. Of course, the motion required to properly damn his apparently gamey leg sent him entirely off balance, and he crashed mightily to the floor. "Ain't No Thing Gonna Eat These Legs!" he says loudly and with bizarrely perfect enunciation, though the belch that punctuates it is a little less than formal.
bloody fucking hell i put that in the wrong thread didn't i