I thought being the "Jump Dummy" for the students to practice and then test on at the Jump Master School was going to be cool, and in some ways its was. I learned alot about why JMPI shit is done, and about the reserve. What sucked though, was being one of the three dummys getting JMPI'd like fifty zillion times. When the students are timed like that, they roughed the shit out of us in the process. The worse was when they would check those quick releases, and then grab em (plus a giant chunk of meat on the chest) and flip them to look at the back. Kinda like getting a double titty-twister by a gorrilla, 50 times. Had bruises for weeks. If it kept me or some other lucky Troop from being a dirt dart some day though, it was worth it!
"Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 dwarves. 7, man, that's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office."