I used to love that : do you know how,
in the military, they say that when they
mean that you can (finally) get out of
formation, stop your silly marching,
and go where you wish, take off, stand
clear. As in the British Revolutionary
War Army era here, fighting in strict
formation will just get you mowed
down. Used to anyway - now it no
longer matters, they'll just find ways
to vaporize your ass, in formation or
out. You're quite doomed, chicken-little,
you're really quite doomed.
Care to re-enlist?