Dialogue

Person 1: I don't know what I've been told... Person 2: Dude, shut up. 1: But War seems to be mighty cold... 2: I said shut up. 1: I don't know what I've been told... 2: S-H-U-T-U-P, shut up. 1: But War... 2: I am going to take your hand, saw it off, and then shove your head in a meat grinder. 1: That was, uh, explicit. 2: Serves you right considering I had to say "shut up" three times before hand. 1: You never said please. 2: You know, I really don't like you, and you're just a private. 1: Does it matter that I'm just a private. 2: Yea, because I'm General Sickle, and you're going to be in my regiment private, uh, Stew, or something. 1: It's Steve, and I think that I'm going to go complain to President Lincoln. 2: Lincoln? We're just outside of Gettysburg, how are you going to complain to Lincoln. 1: Well, oh well, bye anyway. 2: Yea whatever. 1: