At the Firing Range

Down at the Army firing range inspecting the new Clone Troopers, I was. Some old guy standing around shooting the blasters I noticed. Recognize him I did not, but some kind of big shot he was supposed to be: Very excited about shooting blasters, he was. Several shots at a target he took. "Wow, I did pretty good that time, didn't I?" he asked the officer that was helping him. "Well," the officer said, "let's take a look at your target, Mr. Cheney." "You're doing much better. You even managed to actually hit the paper this time," the officer said, "Of course, you also took out a lamppost, a bird flying overhead, and a speeder parked across the street. "I coulda sworn I hit that guy on the target, though." "No sir, that was the Clone Trooper next to you." "Oh yeah. Uh, sorry about that." "It's ok sir, we can always make more Clone Troopers." "Well, I'm gonna try it again." At that, to the ground everyone dropped. Several shots, this guy fired at his target. At the end, the only part of the whole firing range still standing, his target was. I think let this guy any where near a blaster, they should not.