I would build into the authentication tables snide messages directed at my nasty Navy boss.
He never caught on. One has to have fun when deployed far from home. . .
“MAIL BUOY, PORT SIDE, 800 YARDS!!!”
“Booter, get a bulkhead remover”
“Booter, we need 50 feet of shoreline NOW!”
“Booter, head down to sick bay and get 100 yards of falopian tubing.”
Ahh those poor guys who showed up to basic with pre-shaved heads.