H JON BENJAMIN WAS OUR MAN NOW GOT NO JOB NO VAN! Or a Plan. -unknown platoon sergeant

“What are you doing here,” I said, “Sir?”

“Reporting,” Barlow. GS-12, “as ordered!”

Bill McRaven stood with the President.

“I …wish Tyler and Jayson were here,” I offered meekly.

With a sandwich.

“I hunger! By your leave, Gentlemen?”

There eyes. A question.

“Room for five! Sir.”


Then, Turbo?

On the beam.