On the night of Dday, off the coast of France, busily engaged landing craft saw a vessel resembling a Hoboken ferry puffing by, read the letters LCK (Landing Craft, Kitchen) on its sides. Blinkers promptly opened up, signaling for "Double malted and ham-on-rye, forget the mustard."
Blinkered back the six-chimneyed LCK, bustling haughtily toward the beach: "-----" (censored).
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