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"ZIGGERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been to these coordinates before. "There could be ZIGGERS anywhere". The cool Mediterranean wind felt good against his hairy chest. "I HATE THE KUZNETSOV" he thought. Ruggero Leoncavallo's Pagliacci reverberated his entire deck, making it pulsate as the standard issue cherry cordiale circulated through his powerful Roman veins and washed away his (unwarranted) fear of Slavic naval competency. "With a nuclear carrier you can boil pasta anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.